One did not marry out of love but circumstance, a line sought after for the very rumors which foretold that the blood of ancients lay harbored in her veins. She would be a woman easily betrothed if not for the tales which circulated just as rapidly. That a fox was one eager to fool around with another, phrases not wholly true but at such an age she was naïve.

Previous engagement called off in a father’s attempts at saving face. Proclamation issued that one was willing to pay a more handsome dowry for a daughter’s hand when in truth she had fallen pregnant to another. One still a noble, still a creature with money to burn though not the one selected by those who held themselves above her.