“I am not special.”  Eira replied, shaking her head.  Her dark curls jostled with the motion, swinging as she made the movement.  In this form she found him attractive, but they had spent months in the castle together and she held a fondness in her memory for the dragon that had protected her and been her sole companion for months.  “Perhaps you just have a sympathy for damsels in distress, though that’s something I prefer not to be if I can help it.”  She uttered the words with a slight smirk, trying to make light of the complicated situation they now found themselves in.<br/><br/>“He wants prominence.  He’s the youngest son and all of his brother’s died in battles, they brought honor and he was never meant to be the one carrying the mantle of his family.”  Eira might have actually liked the man if he was not so dedicated to his pursuit of her.  “I think that may be why he embellishes, his father constantly compares him to the dead brother’s he will never live up to.  Marrying me and retaking Norlund might have been enough to shut us father up.”  He would need someone who was above his station, just as she was, and someone that enchanted him enough he would stop seeking validation in the beds of women who regarded him only for his sexual prowess.<br/><br/>“I had a friend, the lady Yvaine, who might fit the bill.  Her father governed over the southern isles, and she was his last remaining heir.  With you here, I might be able to write her and invite her to visit.  She’s beautiful, smart and she could give him what he wants without a battle.”  She mused.  “You should...ensure you don’t let your own feelings show, he’s not likely to take well to them, but if you could get close to him you might be able to nudge him in her direction?”