He rubbed his thumb lightly against the edge of his sword, checking how sharp it was, then placed it back into it's sheath. He stared into the fire, watching the flames dance as she spoke. She got close to the fire, and the orange warmth flickered against her soft beautiful skin. For a moment he felt a draw to her. Something about the way she spoke, the way she held herself- or perhaps it was because he was getting tired.<br/><br/>However when she brought up marriage he thought of his wife. She was gone- but not gone in his heart. However then he started to think about her words, which he found curious. "I do believe words, for some, are meaningless. The words must accompany an emotion, or several." He repositioned himself, trying to lean back a bit to rest his aching body. "What of you, your highness? Do you feel your vows to your king are simply words? Or do they accompany emotions? I understand a royal marriage is not always one of choice, and it is not always of love."<br/><br/>He then thought a bit more about her final comment. "And what means of peace are you speaking of? How would you bring peace?"