"I... I will be sure to use the proper term, my apologies, Anastasia." He spoke up quickly after she was done telling him her thoughts, and how passionate she was about it. She obviously wasn't mad, as her voice didn't seem angry, but it seemed to him that he had stuck a nerve by using such a term for lower class people. It was a simple slip of the tongue for him, as he had lived around royals and high profile people all of his life, so it was only a matter of time before he started picking up words from them.

As Anastasia had finished talking, Eric came out with a somewhat small sized piece of cooked meet on a small plate to fit it on. He walked to the princess' side and knelt down, placing the plate in front of Melor so that he could eat as well. By that time Samsul had continued to eat and was just about done with his food. Eric stood up and glanced at the plates, which Anastasia's had appeared to have little to no food left, and Samsul's who had just been fully cleaned. "Shall I get these for you, Princess?" He asked her with a slight bow.