A rumour.. of sorts

"Milord..." Camilla begins ," I.. know it's not proper to listen to idle gossip but.. there are rumors about the reason behind your visit." As she speaks her cheeks begin to slowly but steadily redden in embarrassment.

" These ah.. rumors say you are here to inquire about an engagement."

As she finishes she looks up at you and weakly smiles.

" I know I am not beautiful like most lords would want their potential betrothed to be, I have known that from the first few potential suitors that were drawn. But I understand also that in nobility marriage is not made for love but alliances. Just looking at my own parents is proof. But after tonight... meeting you... you have treated me far **** than any other, and I feel a connection to you like no man I have ever met."

She looks up into your eyes and continues.

" It is much to forward of me but I need... no. I MUST ask you of this.. could you find it in your heart to take one as ugly as me to be your wife? I.. I wouldn't be against you having a mistress or ... I just cannot bear to be a secondary prize for some lord who wants an ally or a boost in society.." She is beginning to become frantic and paces back and forward in front of you .