Lafrenia

"That wasn't exactly a compliment," Mira muttered, but she still allowed him to kiss her hand, thus fulfilling his high-society ritual. "Milsdar Perigore, though this is unexpected, and rather strange from any angle – many in my position would have summoned the guard, even if only slightly romantically, if one were to try to portray it in the rosy hues of fantasy, detached from reality... Anyway, if this is true, then I thank you for these feelings... I'm not sure I can reciprocate them, especially since I don't know you at all... However, I will say this – I am not a lost, naive maiden, as I may seem; much like she was called, the 'goddess of chaos' – danger and even death follow me side by side on this ravaged land, every day, so I try not to look back. As they say – do what you must and be what may. And even now – my companions and I have important and dangerous tasks ahead of us, which may turn out badly for our – or your – well-being, possibly even not just physically. You may – not necessarily, but it is possible – suffer morally or even tarnish your honor before the laws or customs of any particular group of people or even a state." She put her hand on her hip and pointed a finger at him. "If all this is not a momentary whim, nonsense, and drivel, intended to play with the heart of an unfortunate maiden, then I need an oath of loyalty to me and my cause from a nobleman and a man who stands before the gods!"