She sighs and counts to ten. "Joss, when have I ever cared about your title?" She asks, gently. "Titles... titles are just ways of separating people." She wonders if he's been told about her own background, the bastard daughter of a high ranking nobleman. She's only the chosen one, so to speak, because the man had had no other children when he died, and his wife had gone into a cloister saying that not having children was a sign from God.

But her mother? Her mother had been a simple maid, made Mistress to a powerful Duke. Misa had grown, her first few years surrounded by love and happiness, until they'd sent her here, far away from her mother and any friends she might have had.

She sighs. "You're the one who will be disappointed. There are those in the court who would use my... obscurity against you."