James nodded as the woman spoke...and he did catch a bit of her blushing, making him smile slightly, though he quickly remembered his own blushing, which stifled his amusement. Despite this, her words made his smile return, and he bowed at the sound of her name. "What a lovely name, Miss Serena."<br/><br/>He rose when asked by the king, maintaining silent respect and nodding at his words. As they gathered up to leave, James whistled for his horse, which galloped from the forest and stopped next to him. He mounted his stallion, then followed close behind the king and his daughter, Serena, whose name continued to ring out in his mind, as if he was forcing himself to remember it subconsciously. Once they reached the castle, he dismounted at the stables, his horse being taken care of as he headed inside and into the dining hall, where he took a seat, presumably near the king. He sat patiently, his armor and equipment still on his person, considering how short the stretch of time between the battle and his arrival at the castle was. Because of this, the cut on his face was still fresh, and he was somewhat dirty from all the rolling around and fighting, sweat having formed up on his sideburns and forehead. He smiles politely, keeping his eyes from scanning around too much.