The sound of her name makes him look up again, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. Of course he remembers her. He thinks of her frequently and he fantasizes about all those 'what if's'. But after those fantasies have gone he always realizes who he is now. A king married to a woman that is distant from him. They would not be like his lord father and lady mother once were. Strangers upon marriage turning into lovers over the years.

He can feel the eyes of his men burning on his skin. Expecting that their king would dispose quickly of this woman that entered their tent without permission.

"It is not acceptable to enter without permission, my lady. You should know of that." There is no anger in his voice, just a certain sort of fatigue. He nods at his guards. "Take her to my tent. I will speak to her when I am done here."