"Yes, marriage proposals. After all, Your Highness is already sixteen, an age when it is appropriate to begin considering marriage."
Count Vissan looked so embarrassed that Lina almost felt sorry for him. He avoided her gaze, coughed several times, and fidgeted with his whip as though he had suddenly forgotten how to conduct a conversation. Finally, he muttered, "Take your time looking through them," before turning his horse and riding toward the front of the procession, leaving Lina alone with the folder and a growing sense of disbelief.
