The man shook uncontrollably before her. It was clear that he was frightened by the power that was placed upon her and what she could do with it. She never liked to see someone quiver in their boots the way he did, even before her. Much of her parents' reputation had rubbed on her that way.
Of course, there was more to his reaction than that. His strange accent made her believe that he had a limited understanding of common. She could believe that he was a diplomat from one of the more exotic regions, one that wasn't part of the original Ithatyne kingdom, but he fear in her was too deep for it to be that of a lord, even from another region...
So was he a slave in noble garb? Strange thought really, as suitors tended to be lords that wanted a piece of the kingdom more than a piece of her ass. Now, more likely than not he was picked out by a crew of people looking for pleasure slave for their new, melancholy, queen if she couldn't find a suitor. There were people from the castle that were known for doing such things.
Alas, she knew that he was a slave now, and it explained in great detail why he was so scared. It was likely that he thought he would end up with a fate worst than death if she found this piece of information out. He was a lowly slave, fit more for manual labour than anything else, and yet she could still not shake these feelings she was starting to have for him. Call it whatever you will: infatuation, raging hormones, love at first sight. This alongside the terrible feelings she would have when someone quivered in fear in her presents.
She kept herself strong, remembering the presents of Lord Jonal and her Drail guard. She than gave the shaking man a small, Mona-Lisa style, smile in his direction before saying, awkwardly, "Your apology is accepted." She wasn't exactly sure why he was sorry, but she felt that she had to address that in the hopes that he would become more calm. She turned her attention away from Jonal at this point, only nodding to the flamboyant lord to signal that he could go. Her attention reverted back to this newcomer, she than asked in a soft, melodic voice "What brings ye to the castle?"
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