"You know you can look me in the eye." Polk chuckled, motioning for her to follow him. 
"There's a balcony out here that we can talk on. I much prefer to have a conversation out there with chairs rather than the two of us sitting awkwardly on the floor while I ask probing questions about your princess." He opened a set of wooden double doors that opened up to a stone balcony rounded off by a semi-circle barrier of about three feet, allowing for some protection from falling while giving the viewers the opportunity to view the illuminated capital city. An awning extended over the balcony, which protected the two chairs and one endtable between them from getting too exposed to the elements. Lanterns were posted on either side of the doorway to shed some warm lighting, which Polk used to find one of the two chairs that faced out towards the city. 
"Come, sit. I'm sure you could use the rest. I saw you flitting about the expanse of the hall fetching this and that for Maleea today, so I assume you won't mind sitting for a bit. I know I want to." He sighed lightly, looking towards the Ringed City.
"You'll have to go into the city for some recreation when you have the time. The rings are a bit confusing to navigate, but once you get the hang of it, you'll know where to find your own piece of solitude." He reached under the endtable and retrieved two glasses he had placed there upon his arrival along with a bottle of cherry flavored whiskey. He poured a minimal amount in both glasses. 
"Don't know if you drink, but this is rather good. I went to a distillery in Koukeli that was high in the mountains run by a bear of a man named Mansalvo. Turns out that Mansalvo's reputation for crafting some of the best liquor in the continent wasn't just hearsay. I don't care what either of our governments have to say about our neighbors to the north. They're good people...a bit hot-blooded, but very, very good people." He looked over at her with an apologetic smile.
"And I have rambled on without even asking for your name, dear. My apologies." He motioned to himself. 
"Please call me Polk, by the way. Polkos is what my parents and royalty call me. I have no need of the formalities, personally." He leaned back in the chair, taking a sip of the whiskey, closing his eyes for a moment before swallowing.
"By the Divinities, that is good." He chuckled.
"Right, your name....while you're at it, tell me a bit about yourself. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other over the next...well, a long time. Might as well know who I'll be talking to, right?"