The sight of Kyrion as well as the sound of his voice was enough to make Gwendolyn anxious. It was a peculiar feeling, being the highest authority in the kingdom and yet feeling nervous on his opinion regarding their affair. As Lord Seneschal, Kyrion was a highly respected man whose opinion her father always held in high regard. It was even safe to say that with the passing of Tiberius, Kyrion had stepped into a somewhat fatherly role-- guiding her through these early days of her reign. She valued his thoughts.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn sat when offered her chair, smiling politely in spite of the flutters inside her stomach. She hardly noticed the food laid out in front of them-- indeed, roasted pheasant with potatoes.<br/><br/>"Please, eat," she gestured towards their plates and goblets of wine. "The day has been long enough." And really, she wanted Kyrion to busy himself first with eating before they even broached the topic.