[ The honesty of the queen's answer surprises him and he wonders if maybe he's been too guarded internally, guilty of exactly what he accuses this Arthur of being— intolerant. He's confused; this Arthur doesn't love him, but he doesn't seem to hate or dislike him either. He doesn't understand why though or what he does mean to him and, truthfully, he's afraid to ask. He can't predict how he'll react to knowing more and he doesn't want to risk being really hurt or saddened, let alone possibly jeopardize his happiness with the others.
After a while of merely being quiet, he sighs and reaches out to take the queen's hand, bowing to kiss his knuckles lightly. ]
King Alfred F. Jones, of the First House of Spades. How do you do, Your Grace.
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After a while of merely being quiet, he sighs and reaches out to take the queen's hand, bowing to kiss his knuckles lightly. ]
King Alfred F. Jones, of the First House of Spades. How do you do, Your Grace.