For years counting thrice had I battled in a far land.  A stolid, yet vicious opponent.  Na'theless, we overtook our kingly objective, and I rejoiced to return to my homeland, where my blushing bride awaited me with open arms and blushed lips.<br/>A stop at the capital to receive the lauds and awards that true acts of bravery rarely become.  Yet I had saved the life of a Duke, and thereby gained my Title of Baron, and a small fief with manor/keep.  Fortunately for me, I had also relieved my fallen  opponents of much gold and gems, which had passed beyond the eyes of those less noble.<br/>Yet in the midst of my triumphant return, my tragedy loomed.<br/>My stout percheron, Engage, pranced his way to the door of my Betrothed, but she came not forth to greet her longing victorious knight baron...Instead comes the footman, to tell me that she had departed, and bid me speak with her family anon.<br/>Speechless was I and well confused. True, I loved not Lady Elain with my heart, yet I had pledged myself to her and she to me...We were to wed...and I hoped that my small acts of service to her and her devotion to me would cause us to grow closer in love...She was over slim and dainty...not so much to my taste...but that mattered not when duty was at stake.  But she departed?  Without so much as a 'by your leave'? I was more astonished than hurt.<br/>Agog, than aggrieved...but to be so used.<br/>I followed the footman to a garden retreat, and awaited upon the family for explanation.