The throne he sat in was a bit intimidating, and he still felt this entire situation was more surreal than anything. As if he'd wake up from an odd dream in mere moments and return to his usual duties. However, Morgana's delicate and warm hand on his felt very real. He would need to accept this. It was his new duty, however unfit he saw himself. He would do his best. In a way he could see him leading a somewhat similar life to what he had already been living. 

When the Queen looked to him, he gazed back into her eyes and found himself smiling. The easiest part of this turn of events was Morgana, which was something he hadn't expected. Most Ladies or Queens were not very understanding, but he found himself both impressed and attracted to her. "I'll be your King." He said to her, letting the words hang in the air for a moment as he realized they were looking at one another a bit too long. 

"I um..." he began, looking to the tables in the Great Hall, considering what to do. This had happened so fast, and he was often too busy to consider how to spend any downtime, other than the occasional drinking bout or duel. But he supposed if there were any pressing issues, the Queen would be schooling him on such, instead of wishing to get to know him. He bit his tongue, dark eyes cast downward as he thought of what to do. "You know, riding is a fine idea." He decided, looking up to give her a soft grin in return. 

He cleared his throat and ascended from the throne, still glad he wore his traveling clothes. He supposed he looked a bit off, unkempt and rugged with a sword at his belt and a soldier's attire. However, it was fine clothing to ride in. He held out an arm for his Queen to take. "I admit I've not had the pleasure of seeing the gardens before." He commented, a bit curious on the Palace. He would be living here, after all.