Alexander James Francis Maximillion Nightingale
Alexander blinked. He was unlike her father, that other king. He truly believed that much and it would seem like he was not going to change his mind on that anytime soon. But that was another matter for another time, of course. He gave up on that sort of argument for the time being. The king managed not to sigh or anything before he spoke, nodding once as he did so.
"...Very well, if you say so, milady."
He nodded at her response at him speaking about his home after that. Then...The king took a breath and decided to say something, since he sensed a feeling coming from her at that moment when she suddenly went silent.
"I have not taken offense to the concern, milady, just to inform you of that. I simply stated that you need not be so concerned about me. It is my fault you are in danger after all. I do not deserve such concern."
He meant every word of that. The king was quite sincere. It was obvious in the tone of his voice as he spoke. She was his bride. He had to make sure she was safe, even if it cost him, well....EVERYTHING. She was more important to him more than anything and everything else. The king had quickly come to realize that had happened. And....it was growing more so with each passing moment, and did not seem like it was going to change, at least not anytime soon.
"I.....simply desire for you to stay safe."
At that moment, the king suddenly turned his head away. He was hiding his face from her for a time. If one did not know better, they would say he was hiding a blush or something that was upon his face. Anyway, the king managed a nod when she thanked him like that, but then he waved it away. He spoke in a mutter that was barely able to be heard.
"....no need for that."
He took another breath after that, hesitant to turn his head back towards her. In truth, he was hiding a blush, but he did not want anyone to see it. Who knew who well it would be taken? Or how seriously he would be taken after that? He could not take such a risk, or so he thought at that moment. He cleared his throat.
"....a raven....would need to be fetched....from where they are kept."
He continued to mutter and such for some reason. He actually gulped, again, once. Why was he suddenly blushing like a nervous little schoolboy? And a human one or something at that? He had no idea, and no such answers immediately came to mind. One would wish that was the case though. Anyway, the king would allow a servant to fetch the raven if the princess allowed for that to be done. He respected her decision in that much, allowed her that choice obviously.