"I do trust you," he said a lump forming in his throat, "but you had such bitter resentment toward the noble bloodlines...and after my father hinted at who you could be...I wanted to be sure...I was afraid you would never forgive me...I was afraid to see the hurt in your eyes.  I was a coward and for that I apologize but none of it was a lack of faith in you not at all princess." He bowed low to her closing his eyes he wanted to give her her rightful place and would gladly step to a lower station to do it.  But first he knew he would have to be king in order to put her in her rightful place.  A plan, half formed and suicidal had begun to spin and form in his head but it would only work if she trusted him.