"She may have been watching over me, but I doubt she is any longer." Fitz sighed and shook his head. "Sounds like our parents were cut from the same cloth Cinderella." He saw no need to go into the actual comparison, she clearly saw the similarities. "I think they would have liked each other, if they had lived long enough to meet."<br/><br/>He looked back up to the sky looking at the twinkling stars above. "I feel stupid for telling you that story. I do not actually care to meet someone for a wife. I told my father I would try, but I do not want to marry. I do not want to have someone to love and then have them ripped away from me. You have been a better conversation than anyone else in that room," He nodded back toward the ballroom, which thankfully was still blissfully unaware of his absence. "There is about an hour left till midnight." He could almost feel the weight of the responsibility starting to lift free of his shoulders.