Intrigued by falconry, you ask her how she started the practice. She gets a slightly forlorn look in her eyes as she speaks. "My fiance... my former fiance gave me my first falcon several years ago."
You can't help but give her a questioning look, as you are not exactly a master of tact yet. She continues on somberly. "Yes, I was engaged to wed Count Fursten. He... he was killed in the recent fighting... two years and three months back, to be precise."
Recovering quickly, you offer your condolences and smoothly move onto another subject. As dinner is called for, she gives you a warm smile and says she hopes to see you on the dance floor. You flush slightly, as you don't know any courtly dances, but nod and smile in return.
At the dinner, you are seated next to Sir Denton. As you eat, the talk turns to your conversational companion of a few moments ago. "Yes, a sad story about that one. Her mother is the youngest sister of Duke Erran. Her fiance was killed in the same battle as her father, and her mother has been in shock ever since. Lives on her brother's estates, now. Hasn't spent a lick of time finding a suitable match for the lass. Quite a shame that such a beauty is unwed. If I were a younger man..." He glances momentarily at his wife across the room, and trails off.
Would you like to ask Sir Denton anything at dinner?