"Well, you might thank a certain relative, then.  He was quite instrumental in my first real experience with Erika...my squire.  If not for him, I'd not have learned just how much of a crush she had on me."<br/><br/>Gweneviere swallows when Anne starts on her zipper, but continues on nonetheless with trembling voice and blushing eyes.<br/><br/>"I was at one of Father's lesser manor houses in Lorraine.  It was early wintertime, and we had been...well, exiled, I suppose.  I was in a foul mood to begin with, even less social than usual.  So you can imagine my surprise when, of all people, Karloff showed up with a message from Father.  It turned out I was being summoned back to his headquarters for my own wedding."<br/><br/>"I got...upset.  And very, very drunk.  And I must have said something because Erika tried to run away.  She...there was a stream.  She went through the ice.  Karloff fished her out, Trumped me over, told me to help keep her warm..."<br/><br/>Her voice goes quiet.  She smiles gently at the memory.<br/><br/>"It was awkward but sweet.  And she pushed her suit most earnestly.  And the wedding never happened.  I've never asked why."