She seemed to be worried, frightened, going around the room before crouching down like a cornered animal, speaking about what is proper. "Bullocks to what is proper." He said. "This will be my kingdom, and I can have what I wish for. There is very little that I wish for, but you better be assured that I do not give up until I have what I want." At that, he moved forward, kneeling down in front of her and tilting her head back so his eyes looked into hers again. He moved quickly, a deep, passionate kiss that would wipe away most memories of any other kiss made in the kingdom.
He didn't hold it for too long, shocked by his own daring, standing up and taking a few steps back. "Be assured that I will win your hand." Before he walked out, closing the door and heading to his room. Dinner seemed to be a off subject, the encounter filling him inside better than any roast could. The sanctuary of his room was good for him, as he shed his dress clothes and slid on a night robe as he laid down to think.