Lucius & Priscilla

Level C:

LUCIUS:	You... You are with us, aren't you? I am Lucius. I am...delighted to make your acquaintance.
PRISCILLA:	I am Priscilla. It is an honor, sir.
LUCIUS:	Lady...Priscilla...? Are you... Might you be...of House Cornwell?
PRISCILLA:	Hm? Have we met...somewhere before?
LUCIUS:	No... I have just heard your name in passing, I believe. Lord Raven has... Forgive me... To you, he is Raymond, is he not?
PRISCILLA:	Are you a friend of my brother, Raymond?
LUCIUS:	Yes. I served House Cornwell. Raymond has told me of you. He said that he once had a sister who was sent to live with the count of Caerleon.
PRISCILLA:	So... My brother speaks of me?
LUCIUS:	Have you seen Raymond recently?
PRISCILLA:	Yes... He is the same as always... He is a fine man.

Level B:

PRISCILLA:	Lucius...
LUCIUS:	Ah, Priscilla...
PRISCILLA:	About...what I asked you earler... You said my brother spoke to you about me...
LUCIUS:	Yes.
PRISCILLA:	What...exactly did he say?
LUCIUS:	Ah, yes... That you were his younger sister, Priscilla, who left Cornwell when still young...
PRISCILLA:	And...what else does he say?
LUCIUS:	What else? That you were close as children... That you were often in ill health...and that you were very shy...
PRISCILLA:	Was there nothing else? For example... That I was cute when I was small... Or that he had made a sacred promise to me long ago... Or that he often thought of me after I left?
LUCIUS:	Lady Priscilla? Are you all right?
PRISCILLA:	...Yes. It's nothing. Please forget about it. But...Lucius?
LUCIUS:	Yes?
PRISCILLA:	You are--how can I say this?--beautiful. Your face is like a woman's... No... Your face is even more beautiful than that of a woman... ...I'm sure even a few lords must have fallen for you...
LUCIUS:	You...must understand. I am...a man. As a child, I was often teased for my appearance, and I have never once profited from it. Perhaps you meant to imply...otherwise?
PRISCILLA:	...... I meant nothing. I... You must excuse me...
LUCIUS:	...Lady Priscilla.

Level A:

LUCIUS:	Lady Priscilla...
PRISCILLA:	Lucius... What is the matter...? You look so serious...
LUCIUS:	Forgive me, ...Lady Priscilla. You are a noble of House Cornwell. I apologize for my rudeness earlier...
PRISCILLA:	Why should you apologize to me?
LUCIUS:	When we last spoke... I said some things...that I thought may have offended you.
PRISCILLA:	You did...no such thing. Did you come all the way here just to apologize to me?
LUCIUS:	I am in the service of House Cornwell. I should think of you as my liege.
PRISCILLA:	But now I claim House Caerleon. House Cornwell is...no more.
LUCIUS:	...... Yes... So...you know.
PRISCILLA:	So you tried to spare my feelings by not telling me? And even after the disgrace of Cornwell, you still choose to stay by my brother's side?
LUCIUS:	Yes...
PRISCILLA:	I can see why you were such an indispensable member of House Cornwell. So...I think you have no need to apologize as a vassal would...
LUCIUS:	Lady Priscilla... Can you please tell me something? Why, when we last met...
PRISCILLA:	Yes, I... Please do not trouble yourself over it. I was merely perturbed by some trivial matter... I mean...you...
LUCIUS:	Yes?
PRISCILLA:	I left House Cornwell when I was only six years old... And how long were you in service to Cornwell?
LUCIUS:	That would be some ten years now. When Cornwell was torn asunder two years ago, Lord Raymond and I joined the Caelin army as soldiers for hire.
PRISCILLA:	Yes... You see? You went to Cornwell after I left. And you have been with my brother ever since... I had only six years with him, but you have had more than ten. I am a little...jealous.
LUCIUS:	Ah...Lady Priscilla...?
PRISCILLA:	...It is nothing. Forget it.