They smiled softly at her before releasing her hand and standing up straight once again.
“Ah, yes. My name is Theodore Ushant. Duke of Tintagel, at your service my lady.”
her lips twitch into a smile, watching as his hand takes her own into his grasp, eyes centered on him as he kisses her hand.
“ i do appreciate your lovely sentiment, sir … well, i haven’t caught your name. “
The young duke holding his hand out for her and taking it. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it and looking her in the eyes.
“A rather beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
Indeed, one might venture to suggest it is, perhaps, rather fortunate that he does not lend his ear to the pronouncements of others, wouldn't you agree?
mm —— familial obligations are always important, she does understand that … however, wouldn’t he like to stay just a moment? it’d be nice to have another person to talk to.
Alas, it is with no small measure of regret that he must confirm. Though his arrival was but recent, familial obligations do beckon, and the journey, I am given to understand, is of considerable length.