Isobel made quick work of it, frowning when Alys hadn't wanted to come along. Something about her making her own beds and lying in them. How would she be expected to talk to the man without someone there that she could actually talk to and channel her conversation through? This was patently ridiculous.
She blushed a little at his implication. Her father had certainly tried with the Dalts but none of the three wanted anything to do with a Dayne. Not after the Dragon King had been deposed (and she'd been well-trained to say that she supported whoever was on the throne, be it dragon or wolf) and dispatched by the other branch of Daynes.
"He...I've no betrothed," she managed, smiling just a little. "The Dalts want nothing with me."