[Vox]

((Sorry for long wait, got tangled up in school matters and other things.))

Prince Gustav noted the woman's subtle dismissal of him. His expression did not change, although he would have ground his teeth if he could. Had they been talking about him? A normal lord would have considered that the lady was modest, or, that she simply did not know who he was. But his overlarge, sensitive ego, always ready to be wounded, told him otherwise. It was on purpose. Very well, he would play it humble. For now.

Even those who knew him well would have had trouble discerning his mood. His expression was open and earnest, the very picture of a ruler who only desired the best for his people, and sufficient wisdom to care for them.

He inclined his head graciously to the monk and bowed to the lady. "Lady Chantal. Father- no, Brother Nicolas. I crave your pardon," he laughed. "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. Naturally, I had heard you were visiting and have been so looking forward to meeting you. Won't you join me in the pavilion?" He indicated the way, courteously offering Chantal his arm. They set off, Nicolas trailing a little behind.