"Why? Do you want an autograph or do you have something you want to tell me, young man?" Varn was actually older than Lith but the height gap was enough to make him feel like a boy.
Between Lith's status and his nasty reputation that the original citizens of Lutia liked to keep alive, Varn felt his soul abandoning his body. The color drained from his face and his knees went soft.
"I don't think it can work between us, Brina. I'm sorry." Varn turned around and ran like his life depended on it.
"I knew it was too good to be true." Brina sighed in disappointment. "Finding a good man is hard, but when you find someone who seems perfect there must be a catch."
Brina was approaching the 24 years of age and was in a rush to find a husband. Past 25 she would be considered a spinster and become the target of even more gold diggers.
