Itzal smiled softly and catlike, "I've been well, thank you your highness. How of yourself?" He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. 

He had never really spoken to the princess, mostly out of fear of what to even to begin to say to her. While he pretended to show off more self confidence than he really possessed, he still had the nagging fear that he would mess up and embarrass himself, or even worse offend someone in some manner. Before he knew it, he found the sudden courage to ask, "... Why exactly are you fighting for? You do realize that... You're fighting against someone who has raised you..." He couldn't believe how far he was going with this question, but a part of him had to know. He had to know why someone would turn against their kin. 

Itzal sighed heavily before bowing deeply, "Forgive me, your highness... I spoke out of place..." He whispered, starting to turn away.