He had moved to the capital by then. I wrote him a letter, telling him that...we couldn't go through with it. That it wouldn't work, because he was a noble and I was of common blood.

[No one - no one - has heard this story.]

We still loved each other, but...to go against the score at that time was unheard of. Practically impossible. [And yet, she gave him a different reason.] He argued and he wanted it to be different...and now that we don't have the Score anymore, sometimes I wonder if it could have been. If we missed the chance to find real happiness together because one of us was too foolish to hold out for what she wanted.