Maise froze in her tracks. Against her will, her could feel blood rushing into her cheeks. She tried not to meet his eye. The truth was- she had been stalking him for about two years- NOT in a creepy way... well... maybe sort of creepy if you heard about it out of context. She bit her lip. [i]What am I supposed to say? I can't just tell him I've stopped by his house without fail for the last two years. That'd be... awkward.[/i] Maisie's mind scrambled to concoct a lie. 
	"I- I uh..." She stammered. "I... I live in a cottage near your castle... people talk about you sometimes." It was a lame lie, but it was all she could come up with on the fly.