[He's so close. She could turn her head just slightly and kiss him, that's how close he is — and, wonder of wonders, the mere idea doesn't make her head spin until she can't breathe.]
The....the queen of hearts?
[It's definitely the gendered aspect of that title that seems to be tripping her up.....at least, at first. Unease about the whole nobility thing creeps in soon enough, pricking at her nerves like the touch of a cold hand. She was just a peasant, after all, the daughter of farmers from a long line of the same, lowly and humble.]
I've never met a queen before. [Really, the only thing keeping her from jerking away and throwing herself at his feet in a prostrate bow is the warm spell of obedience, demanding that she does what he says and not worry, not be afraid.] Should I call you Your Majesty?
absolutely no problem, friendo
The....the queen of hearts?
[It's definitely the gendered aspect of that title that seems to be tripping her up.....at least, at first. Unease about the whole nobility thing creeps in soon enough, pricking at her nerves like the touch of a cold hand. She was just a peasant, after all, the daughter of farmers from a long line of the same, lowly and humble.]
I've never met a queen before. [Really, the only thing keeping her from jerking away and throwing herself at his feet in a prostrate bow is the warm spell of obedience, demanding that she does what he says and not worry, not be afraid.] Should I call you Your Majesty?