[Her instinct said to flinch away from his touch. None but Robert had taken that liberty with her. Any other man, she would have attacked him with her fists. Tenderness was not so easily brought out in her, even when it was, she fought against it. She was loyal to her friends and sweet with her family (so long as they didn't tease her.) But she had never been romantic with a man. It was foreign to her, despite the strange appeal glowing in her heart.

She was proud, filled with triumph from both the joust, now in the obvious sign of interest the prince showed to her. Never in her life did she imagine she would care, but the woman in her was waking, reaching towards the surface.

Her hands remained at her side, awkward and uncertain. He was more experienced than she was, yet this seemed natural. Right. Thankfully, it was not a rapid pace. He didn't grab at her as Robert grabbed at other women. He was respectful, even in these gestures.

With a laugh, she knelt before him.]

As you will, your grace.