She blinked, quite startled. Never afore had she heard someone speak thus. Never afore ....speak thus..... apparently hearing it made her think that way. Peculiar.

She offered her hands out, palms up, clearly as some sort of greeting. "An honor to meet you, Prince Merlin," she said softly, still studying him, perplexed. She had seem him use craft, right? why then did he not smell like the Blood? She used Prince as a default greeting, but... Mother Night she had no clue what to make of this man.

Theorin frowned darkly from behind her, a warming in his golden eyes, warning the other man not to harm the Queen. Didn't matter she hadn't been his Queen before. She was now, at least until she had a full court around her. May the darkness have mercy on him, the only Warlord Prince to a Black Widow Queen.