[ This merits a quick bow, hardly respectful, by Jon's standards, but much better than what he had previously. No wonder this poor young woman is so wound, she must not be accustomed to being by herself at all. A retinue, a guard... one's simple pleasures. ]
Your Highness? I do beg your pardon, I'm not familiar with your kingdom or — as my manner no doubt betrays me! — your customs.
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[ This merits a quick bow, hardly respectful, by Jon's standards, but much better than what he had previously. No wonder this poor young woman is so wound, she must not be accustomed to being by herself at all. A retinue, a guard... one's simple pleasures. ]
Your Highness? I do beg your pardon, I'm not familiar with your kingdom or — as my manner no doubt betrays me! — your customs.