"Lord Martinez." she smiled, she couldn't let Diane know that her guess had been right, but it pleased a small inner part of her to know it was so. "He seems stable, and intelligent enough." she agreed with him, it sounded like a reasonable offer, assuming that Martinez agreed.<br/><br/>At his comment about her, she tilted her head up from his shoulder and kissed his cheek. "You flatter me, your highness. I am but a comtesse, a shared title at that. You are destined for a princess, duchess or marquise. We're a both a little out of each other's range, I'm afraid." A small laugh then. "Although I'm fairly sure even my sister would not be able to argue against me marrying a prince, soon to be king. She thinks that none of my suitors are worthy of me. You, she could not argue."