[she's shaking her head before myri can finish speaking, one tear tracing down her cheek. She swpies at it, turning her face away as she speaks.]

I can't tell him, Myri. He's betrothed! To Lara! [the hopelessness in her tone is hard to miss as she says the name, her face crumpling once more.] How am I supposed to compete with her?? She's a bloody Countess, with her Countess hair and her Countess face. She's been raised to be a Queen, not me. And besides, why would Mark want some mage like me when he could have the person he's known his whole life? She's been waiting for him all these years... Maybe he's been waiting for her, too?