Karenine internally screamed at the situation she was in. She doesn’t like being trapped in social situations that are most unbeneficial to her. Still, she is not one to ignore social etiquette. Karenine took his arm and simply walked at a soft pace, following the stone path in the garden. “Quite my lord, my house indeed has been in great positions for many generations. Hence, I’m like an auctioned material, waiting for the highest bidder,” was her nonchalant reply. She opened her embroidered fan and slowly twist her wrist back and forth.<br/><br/>It was indeed true, bachelor noblemen are waiting for the opportune to either gain favor and marry her, or have the opportune to seduce her, and create a scandal to blackmail her. It was quite fun avoiding those situations if she would be honest. But then again, she wouldn’t openly admit it. Deep inside, it is her longing to only marry a man who can surpass her wit.<br/><br/>“I do apologize for my lack of enthusiasm, my lord. I’m not like most ladies who partly swoons under the presence of a, supposed, handsome lord,” she added, closing her fan, and halting her steps. “I must be honest that, other than your background, anything else is not as interesting.” Karenine, this time, looked up, locking her gaze with his, a soft innocent smile on her face, a dead stare in her eyes. "Unless you love playing cards and betting the wit that you will win. Then, I might be dead wrong to what kind of person you are."