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[dukes_daughter]

Perhaps the snow has begun to melt, and a patch or two of bare grass upon which one may enjoy the bright, cold winter sunlight might be found. A young woman seems to have found one such a spot, at any rate

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[lovingknight]

Lovel is passing by, whistling idly. He notices her belatedly for being quiet, but stops and makes a sort of "oops" face when he realizes this, which she may see if she opens her eyes.

[lovingknight]

Theatrically, with a grin, "Until meeting you, my lady, of course."

[dukes_daughter]

"Ah! But of course!" She laughs and dips into an elegant (but playful) curtsy of thanks.

[lovingknight]

He offers his hand, still grinning. "I would write you a ballad, but I fear it would do my cause more harm than good."

[dukes_daughter]

"What cause is that, fair sir?" she asks innocently, taking his hand.

[lovingknight]

"Because my attempts at poetry are universally agreed to be terrible."

[dukes_daughter]

"Why, surely, good sir, you do not seek to woo me!" she says with great mock alarm.

[lovingknight]

He puts a hand to his chest. "If it pains you so to think of it, I will force myself to desist."

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs. "Not at all, good sir. It is long since a man has thought me a fit maid to woo."

[lovingknight]

"Then they are callow fellows, not worthy of your attentions."

[dukes_daughter]

"Perhaps they simply have not your keen eyes."

[lovingknight]

"Ah, that must be it." He grins.

[dukes_daughter]

"But in truth, good sir, you do me too much honor."

[lovingknight]

"In, truth, you do yourself too little." But he becomes a bit less over-pronounced. "But if it doesn't amuse you, I will desist."

[dukes_daughter]

"Nay, sir, do not! I am much amused, I promise you."

[lovingknight]

He laughs, a good laugh that he's had mainly from his father. "I am glad, m'lady. Truly, are men so extravagant with women here as to pay you no mind?"