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Vlad laughed aloud. "Yes, perfect."

"What?"

"And you are a woman of strong opinions, not afraid to express them."

She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, then picked up a firerake and reduced a log to coals. "I should think, for Mystria, this would be preferred."

"I agree." Vlad smiled. "My father's most recent letter had explicit instructions for me to follow concerning my upcoming marriage. He began, of course, with the Church's teachings. He cannot help it. He's been a monk longer than he has been a father, but he tries at the latter. He told me that to marry someone I barely knew and didn't like was a duty. In time, he said, we would come to understand each other. We might even get to the point where we tolerated each other's company. If blessed, we might even be friends. He said our children would be a point of commonality and would reflect our shared values. But the idea of liking each other…"

"Or loving each other?"

Vlad looked down. "Yes, these were things, he said, dreamt of by fools and novelists."

"Because of what your father wrote, you cannot believe I like you?" Gisella smiled and stepped closer to him. "You cannot believe I might love you?"

"It is, I think, far too early to be speaking of love, Princess, lest you commit foolishness for which you would condemn a heroine and the novelist who created her."

"I should tell you, I do not think it is so." Gisella reached up and stroked the side of his face, then turned away. The fire flooded her hair with golden highlights. "I was raised at court, my lord, where I did not fit in because that which attracted others bored me. Like you, however, I was prepared to do my duty. I would come here and marry a man I did not know. I would bear him children and I would hope he would go off to wars or to tour his lands. I would hope he was an ambitious man and that his ambitions took him far from me. And this is why I hate ambition."

Vlad smiled. "Princess, I am an ambitious man."

She turned, her eyes alight. "Your ambition is practical. Your laboratory shouts it. You want to know things, to discover things, to learn. You seek to make the world a better place. Ambition can be selfish or selfless, and you are the master of the latter form. For that reason alone I would like you; and certainly do love you."

"But I am not…"

"Not what, my lord? Dashing and handsome like von Metternin? I would tell you that you are. Handsome, most certainly, and dashing, of course. Who else in all the world rides a wurm beneath the river? You enter worlds no other man has seen. Countless are the fools who charge into battle and think themselves brave because their enemies cannot shoot straight. Their foe's incompetence somehow becomes a shining sign of God's favor."

Her face lit up as she paced. Even Mugwump stirred at her words, sliding his tail out of her way as she paraded. "Shall I tell you, my lord, why it is I love you, for I do love you, and it does not matter to me if you do not return that love? Knowing I have found a man worthy of being loved is enough. But do you wish to know?"

Vlad met her gaze and nodded. "I should be honored."

"You are a man who deals in realities. You acknowledge that honor and glory exist, but you do not seek them as a hound seeks a fox. You see them for what they are. Glory will feed no one. Honor will keep no one warm on a night such as this. A bullet will kill the virtuous and brave as easily as the dissolute and craven-and often side by side with the same volley."

She pointed back toward the house and his laboratory. "The model you have created, the men you have sent to scout it, none of these things are matters for the Governor-General. Your responsibility would have ended with sending reports to Launston. That would be your duty as seen by the Crown, but you see more. You see what is necessary and you execute."

Gisella smiled. "And here, my lord, the fact that you have sent your wurmwright to bed while you stoke these fires, it pleases me. I can imagine you sitting up the night with a coughing child or…"

"Or a wife entering labor?"

"A silly girl who is afraid of how her body is changing?"

Vlad reached out, resting his hands on her shoulders. "I do not believe you will ever be described as silly. And I would tell you that I would thrash any man who dared say so. I also believe, my dear, you would have thoroughly dealt with such a foolish man well before I had a chance to intervene."

She looked up, a tear glistening in an eye, but she smiled. "I have practiced my thumbs red with a dueling pistol, to my father's delight and disgust."

Vlad brushed the tear away, smudging her cheek. "Princess, my lack of belief in your feeling for me is no fault of your own. No, please, let me explain."