The speech could have gone better, but he was used to giving charismatic speeches to his comrades and men-at-arms rather than Lords who would now seek his favor. He'd need to learn the ropes from his new fiance. He was certain she would help him. After all she'd picked him, and for what reason he was intensely curious about. His eyes followed the bannermen as they left, and he turned to her as she asked him a friendly question, only to barrage him with some guidelines he was not prepared for. 

Watching her sit upon her throne imperiously and look at him, he simply gazed back at her for a moment, sizing her up and appreciating her forward words. He'd rather honesty than passive aggressive any day. "I would say I would not want a Queen or a wife that did not take what was hers or valued her own worth." He said, giving her a bow, his dark hair slipping over his shoulder before lifting himself back up. "And I'll need your help to...serve my country, as it were." 

The warrior gave a somewhat helpless chuckle at that last statement, and strode up to her. "As to how I feel, my Queen. Very surprised does not even scratch the surface but, honored as well." Meldyr did not want her to think he was not extremely flattered and honored, even if he had been taken aback. "I figured I'd ride here to gauge the new king, eat some free food and ride back to my small barony, but that didn't go exactly as expected." It was a joke, and he sat on his throne next to her. He hoped his attempt at humor lightened her up. "Since we're being honest, I'd like to ask why I was chosen if you'd tell me."