She is, he thinks, a peculiar woman in every sense of the word and yet, truly, nearly every woman he had met so far fell into such a category for one reason or another. Samantha persisted on going to 'Work' when he is entirely assured she could hire servants to do such a thing for her, the woman from the garden had proceeded to actually assault him in more ways than one- a crime for which her head is surely the price and here and now a woman before him proceeded to read. Who would ever have thought it! Commoners did not read. Especially common women. She moved to avert her gaze from his own in a gesture he understands far more readily before sweeping her hair forward in an effort to hide the marks of her face. Such a terribly unfortunate thing for a woman when most were prized for beauty alone and let else. It could only be hoped she was already married for their was surely no chance of that now and yet he anticipated, on some level, that perhaps one of the children whom gambolled before them might well be one of her own. Unless she was some form of wet nurse perhaps. The silvery hue of his gaze returns to her own as she makes some effort to answer his question in regards to school, his frown only deepening at this knowledge she presented him with. It seemed decidedly...obtuse. Some notions, he supposes, are correct- after all a study of reading, writing, history and math were common- well for boys of the upper class anyway. Some girls too, of privileged family may have been educated in reading and writing though surely no history or politics. The higher arts, singing and poetry were reserved for privileged women. The lower arts were for men of debatable class. Why this School would desire to teach it he hardly knows. As for economics the very notion of it eluded him.

"Physical education? The study of the body?"

Unless each was learning to become a physician there seemed decidedly little need to have a knowledge of the body beyond certain understandings. The notion of a female physician even more foolish and yet truly he finds himself almost fascinated by this idea of education so widely spread. Her suggestion that he too had gone to school seems to be cause for consideration once more.

"I did not go to such a place. I had my tutors though- they taught to me the things I needed to know. Including languages. I do not speak English near so well as I speak French, Italian, Spanish or Latin but it seems the dominate language here and I suppose I shall be forced to improve."

Sebastian and Malek had been the only two that had so far shown any skill with language. Samantha was a constant disappointment in that regard and yet still Dorian was assured he could teach her something. His attention moves then to the book within her grasp, gesturing to it. Samantha having given him the same one even despite its lack of relevance to his own era. Even so, he had found it enjoyable at least on some level, surprised truly that a female character seemed to engage much of the tale. For her part, the woman before him seemed...taken aback at his question. Had she been simply pretending to read the book? Several moments pass before she nods, at last, Dorian only further assured women were indeed a strange breed before she gestures towards a nearby seat of some kind. He leans easily away from the tree, allowing himself to be led before neatly seating himself the opposite end of the bench- the book placed between them, this time, a gesture he understood well. This woman then, was surely taken then, her actions a distinct measure to place some barrier between them and truly Dorian draws no issue with that. Some gestures, after all, are age old. The sudden flood of speech from what he had presumed to by a shy woman however, readily sees both eyes lift in surprise. This book, evidently, was of great interest to the woman, her words seeming to grow in both eloquence and determination with each passing sentence.

"I think perhaps I might agree that the Mr. Bennet did not adequately promote his daughters as best he could have. If one, I suppose, is cursed to having so many daughters and no sons then that is a burden one must be a little more proactive about if he wishes to make something good of it. The position of the family in society was...moderate to good but not sufficiently high enough to act as Mr. Bennet did in the belief others would come to them with offers for his daughters. For even one daughter to marry up, as was suggested, would be of a great pride to that family but great discord to another depending upon the level of difference in social class. As you said, women are bought and sold, to take a wife from a lower class was to buy too cheaply and thus lower one's own status to a degree while elevating hers and truly we must ask ourselves whether it is worth it. A woman is her husband's property, as is all she owns, it is in the best interests of both to achieve a level match of class and status and while perhaps you disagree I think there is something to be said for marrying within ones class."

That he was, perhaps, unknowingly engaging the woman in such a fashion as she had never before been engaged remained to be seen. He hardly moves to tell her she is wrong, indeed he merely expresses his own opinion.

"In the matter of Lydia though. I disagree. It is a daughter's duty to marry the man of her father's choosing, but in the case the Father proves ungallant in that I understand perhaps a level of activity required on the daughter's part. Still- she disrespected her family. As did he. Yet it is a greater sin for a woman to flee her Mother and Father. That family needed no more shame and she brought it upon them."

His shoulders lift in a shrug of sorts, the Fae King evidently unconcerned with, too, placing this blame entirely upon Lydia.

"Elizabeth, as you say, was spirited. Spirited I think, is a good thing, but spirited also leads to its own problems in a time when the society as a whole remains unready for it. I appreciated her humour, it was refreshing in a woman but at the same time I would never have considered her for a wife. She would not prove a stable choice. As for love, ah, but we know of love."

He chuckles softly now, his own grin moving to touch his features before the faintest of sighs releases from him.

"Love is an ultimate goal and yet so rarely achieved. In an arranged marriage the best that can be hoped for, I think, is to grow fond of each other, to hold some respect for each other. Love should exist in many things, but what should happen and what does is often very different. Love, I have learned is.....always inconvenient, rarely expected, often late and at times unrequited- but it is powerful."

His words bringing about the vaguest of pauses, the fae rather absentmindedly brushing his fingers against the bite marks upon his wrist, features frowned in some moment of consideration before his attention abruptly returns to the woman.

"Yes, I have noticed this Kingdom lacks many traditions. The future is never good if the past is forgotten though. There are many who would do well from remembering it but, ah! You are married. This pleases us. Where is your husband? Does he leave you unattended?"

For a woman to be wandering alone was equally unusual, especially after marriage, Dorian seeming to have chosen to ignore this mention of Were-marriage, simply choosing to assume it is much the same even despite the use of the word mate. Her final question however, brings the silver of his gaze back to her with the faintest of frowns. Why did he care if people were married? It was simply the done thing, it was often all that was ever talked about, this many unmarried women was akin to a travesty else a generation of ungallant men and yet, for the most part this Kingdom seemed utterly unconcerned by it. It was different, alarming and yet why it concerned him outside of the fact it was different was....beyond him.

"Truthfully I do not know. Where I come from it is a main point of conversation I suppose."

Dorian Aragona