Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
Artos' head snapped up, having been looking down as he picked at his shirt, at the sound of the doors opening to, who he could only assume was the princess. His dark eyes scanned her, he was surprised to see her in a dress. He had always assumed the princess of Aries would show up in full combat regale... or perhaps an armored dress. Were there armored dresses, and if so, what did they look like? A question for a later date.
The red hair was... interesting. It was a rare hair color in his kingdom, and he wasn't sure he had ever seen hair that was, indeed, such a rich hue, "Princess," Artos said, bowing his head slightly to his guest as a way of greeting.
"It seems I overdressed," he remarked dryly, noting the noticeable different between her dress and his plain shirt before internally wincing at himself for his tone. It seemed he was doomed to failure from the beginning and it didn't look like she was in the best mood to begin with, but he took solace in that, it appeared, someone else had kicked her metaphorical puppy before she had walked through those doors.
Artos spoke quickly trying to cover his early slip up, "Welcome to Sapal," he said waving his hand to the left in, what he felt, was a suitably dramatic gesture, "I hope you have a pleasant," he said fighting down the tone that wanted to rise in his voice, "stay."
Artos' head snapped up, having been looking down as he picked at his shirt, at the sound of the doors opening to, who he could only assume was the princess. His dark eyes scanned her, he was surprised to see her in a dress. He had always assumed the princess of Aries would show up in full combat regale... or perhaps an armored dress. Were there armored dresses, and if so, what did they look like? A question for a later date.
The red hair was... interesting. It was a rare hair color in his kingdom, and he wasn't sure he had ever seen hair that was, indeed, such a rich hue, "Princess," Artos said, bowing his head slightly to his guest as a way of greeting.
"It seems I overdressed," he remarked dryly, noting the noticeable different between her dress and his plain shirt before internally wincing at himself for his tone. It seemed he was doomed to failure from the beginning and it didn't look like she was in the best mood to begin with, but he took solace in that, it appeared, someone else had kicked her metaphorical puppy before she had walked through those doors.
Artos spoke quickly trying to cover his early slip up, "Welcome to Sapal," he said waving his hand to the left in, what he felt, was a suitably dramatic gesture, "I hope you have a pleasant," he said fighting down the tone that wanted to rise in his voice, "stay."