Meldyr had to admit he felt very refreshed when he left the bath, and a more noble man than he did back at home, at least in a fashion. There was true nobility in fighting for the lives of your people and your fellow soldiers. However, he felt more aristocratic and...leader-like with this tabard and well fashioned, kingly robes on. He even had new armor to don when he required it. 

"I do. Feel more Kingly, I mean." He said, somewhat bashfully. He had always eaten, slept, and drank as his soldiers did to share in their toils. Though he still felt that was the best way to do things, he couldn't help but feel a bit elated at the nice hearty meal, and what the new clothes represented. It also accentuated his broad shoulders. 

Though he looked good, the Queen looked...amazing. About as good as the meal, which his stomach truly yearned for. However, when the commoner was thrown at his feet, he steeled himself, surprised he would need to sentence someone so early in his reign. He had done so before in his lands, but he had no real jewels to speak of. Only bandits or apple thieves. "A jewel thief?" he said aloud, letting a moment or two pass before he stood out of his chair and stepped over to the cowering man. 

He never took a man's life lightly. However this was not someone stealing for survival, but greed. "I do not wish to kill a man a day after I am king. But we also must uphold the law..." he let out ominously. "Throw him in the dungeons. A few years in the cells will change his mind of thievery, I think. Do you agree, my Queen?"