She watched him come closer, the look on his face, being one of confusion and shock. She didn't understand why he was looking at her like that, and watched as he finally moved so close there seemed to be only a hair's breath between them. Others came riding up, dogs barking but everything seemed to melt away as her gaze met his intense one, so focused on her. Princess Caitriona. Was she a princess? His eyes went to the mark on her shoulder and her necklace and then her eyes widened as he said that he thought she was his betrothed. It seemed...right. 

"Betrothed?" she asked, hardly believing it. "Princess?" If she was a princess, why on earth was she dressed like this? She glanced down at her attire and then ran her hand over her birthmark before looking back at him, eyes wide at this strange revelation. She was so lost, and here he was telling her that she was some princess. 

"That seems...impossible..." she said, stepping back only to cry out and nearly fall before catching herself, grabbing onto his arms to steady herself and hissing in pain. "I'm sorry..." she said and then winced again but she was far too unbalanced to let go of him.

"What's going on?" Another man spoke, having ridden up, glancing at the two, Peter and Sander before nodding his head toward the Prince and the girl dressed in rags. 

"Come on now Your Highness...I'm sure the lass is fine...we've a boar to catch...I want to impress my Moira," he chuckled, adjusting himself in the saddle before moving closer to the pair on his horse. "Your Highness..." he called again, meaning to snap the man out of his revelry.