Diane smiled, threading her arm through Honore's. "Act confident," she repeated. "I suppose I always took it for granted that I was the princess. Even though I wasn't allowed in the men's quarters, no one ever really reported me. Gavin babies me. We all know it." She smiled softly. "I'm his sister and he treats me like I'm made of glass. He means well, but sometimes I wish he'd be less careful of me and just let me have fun."<br/><br/>She brought Honore back to the women's quarters. "Marriage doesn't really mean freedom for me," she said. "What if I'm married off to some stuffy politician? I'll just be his quiet little wife. What I want is to marry a man who loves me. That would be wonderful."<br/><br/>She looked at Honore, "Don't you agree? For nobels, marriage for love seems so rare. I don't mind if it's all politics in the end, as long as he really cares about me."<br/><br/>*******************<br/><br/>Gavin nodded. "Of course, I will have a ring made first thing in the morning. It might take a few days to get it right." He looked at the door. "If you will excuse me, Lord Martinez, I believe I'm late for a date with a very lovely lady." He excused himself and left, walking out to the gardens. If he was in luck, then Honore hadn't left yet and he could still enjoy some of the night with her.