Kate dipped her catfish in cocktail sauce and drank the cider; she wiped her mouth on the napkin in her lap. She was just as excited as her voice rose up to her emotion, "Of course you may barrow it. I have read it countless of times. I too have dreamed of flying on the back of a dragon. I want to fly and see the world. That's why I like to read and be taken on exciting adventures."<br/><br/>The waitress came to the table and refilled their glasses, "How is your dinner? Can I get you anything?"<br/><br/>Kate looked at Dermot, "Do you want more bread, hun?"<br/><br/>She winked at him. She knew he did not want to marry the woman chosen for him. Kate was groomed to marry at least her station or higher. She was comfortable meeting royals as she was peasants. To her Dermot was becoming more than a friend. She had seen many arranged marriages end in unhappiness. She did not want to spoil the evening bringing it up. Kate never had had liked her chosen suitors. Dermot was not like anyone she met.