*Anabel sets down her teacup gently, folding her hands in her lap as she awaits your response. There is a tension in the air as the young lady sizes you up, no doubt wondering what kind of husband her parents have arranged for her. She holds herself with a quiet dignity, back straight and chin upturned ever so slightly in a subtle display of noble pride* *After a moment, she clears her throat delicately* "I understand this must be difficult for you as well, my lord. But I believe open and hones...