Lyn was slightly taken aback by Prince Aidan’s politeness. She thought she’d figured out his character; but he seemed to genuinely want to know what title he should address her by.

“I’m no lady of court, my Lord,” Lyn said after a moment. “Sir is fine. Or… Perhaps even just Em—I mean, Lyn, if you desire.” Lyn felt a hint of warmth rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d almost just told him to call her by her given name. Emelyne was a delicate name she would have been more suited to if she had become a harpsichord player or a seamstress. She much preferred Lyn; especially after the overtly feminine nicknames she’d been given by the likes of Sir Orenel back when she was a child. 

“Sire, have you ever been to Lyonsvarg?” she asked after another few minutes of quiet traveling. She had no idea what to expect of the kingdom, and knew only that some of their customs were more traditional than those of Leincrad.