King? Well. He was an awfully young king. In her experience, a young king meant one of two things; tragedy or treason. She'd been fortunate, that in her many travels and her short life, for the most part, it had been tragedy. Which led her to trust the various kings she served. And Garmay was one to assume the best in people. So for now, she supposed, she'd simply see him as an orphan, like herself.

A rich, powerful, noble orphan. But still.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty," she said, offering him a bright, cheerful, fearless smile.