@Archer_Emiya20 "..."
She's observing the tangerine in the bowl, but is now hesitant of picking up in part for what he's uttered considering how one king perished.
@Trojan_General The hug catches her off-guard to such a degree, that the golden wings bloom forth to make a barrier between his embrace and her back. Preemptive reaction to the sudden startling moment.
"..?? This map is of my castle grounds. What, pray tell, are you trying to do?"
"At the behest of a concerned eye, I implore you to consider backing away from such languid advances, lest your head decide to take a prompt trip elsewhere, where your body will not follow."
@Trojan_General "New paths, roads, if you will. Nothing in terms of damage."
She spreads out the map over the table, turning away (cape billowing softly behind her) to get a proper view of the map.
"...I do not remember that being there.."
@Archer_Emiya20 "...Why are you...smiling..?"
Logres turns away to take a seat on her throne..Or would've. Considering she's not home, she settles down on a cushion, remaining in that very regal stance begetting that as only a King can be considered having out of habit.
@Archer_Emiya20 "I must've eaten something that wasn't quite up to par in terms of freshness. I wouldn't worry too much about it, dearest Archer. I will recover in due time."
@Trojan_General "... ..."
Lord Logres hasn't the heart to deflate his, and so she sighs and nods.
"Verily so, your eyes observe me accurately enough. I conceived it possible there may have been something dire, but alas no.
Thankfully, if that is all, I shall resume verifying the new map."
@Trojan_General He may be mistaking one for the other, and in that equal confused countenance that contains no measure of abhor but mild annoyance, does the King of Knights, Grand Saber venture to address him.
"..Has there been an issue so pressing that you must persist in silence here? Speak."
@Trojan_General "... ..... .."
It does not seem as if is recommended to approach Grand Saber at this time. That she can only confer upon him that unmoving, terse countenance of one questioning why he lingers so.
"Nothing a king ought be heard out on. Please be at ease--"
Grand Saber observes with partial confusion. Skates..there are questions that come to mind, but she abstains from asking.
"I shall not distinctly utter complaint upon what may plague my mind, for it is neither proper nor wise, much less polite.
It would be a grand misgiving to dwell on it.
Nay, nothing is a matter of urgency."