Tehr set his belongings down as he moved to take a seat in the chair as she requested.<br/><br/>He listened to his queen, his leige, and accepted the glass of wine as she finished pouring it.  He didn't know much about wine, as he was rather uneducated on it.  He knew that he enjoyed the freedom that came with the drink, and the way it often would loosen the morality, and undergarments, of women he was interested.  But his lusts lay not in food and drink, and as such he'd never applied his intellect to learning the vintages or family breeding of the grapes.   Still it had a robust, slightly sweet smell, and the age of the seal said it was probably quite valuable in it's own right.  Of course one wouldn't expect the Queen of the realm to drink swill.   So it was with some small awe that he sipped it as she spoke.  Trying not to be too awed by the fact that he was sharing a bottle of wine with the great leige.<br/><br/>He managed not to sputter or show any signs of overt surprise when she mentioned the title of prince-consort.  Such a thing could be any noble man's highest goal.  He knew that the queen had little intention of taking a husband, so he would not likely be the king, but a prince-consort was about the highest honor and position in the land behind King.  To even suggest such a position to Tehr was tantamount to dangling the carrot of his dreams in front of him.  He thought he might even be willing to give up his womanizing ways should such a title ever fall into his lap.  Well.... maybe most of his ways.  He didn't know if he could ever be fully satisfied with only one woman, even if she was the queen.  But he was getting ahead of himself.<br/><br/>He drained half of his wine glass in one long swallow and set it down before responding.  Though they were conversing, and he knew he should probably fall into a more casual tone, he had to start his response on the formal, it would have felt wrong to do otherwise..<br/><br/>"Your majesty," he said, meeting her gaze directly.  He wanted no doubt in her mind that what he was saying was anything but the truth.  "The Wynt household has been faithful servants to the crown for hundreds and hundreds of years, since the founding of the kingdom.  While we are not a large house, nor are we a powerful house, we are now and have always been a loyal house.  Our loyalty stretches back to before the church was adopted by the kingdom.  Our loyalty has always and will always be to the crown."<br/><br/>He paused, remembering that he was not the head of his house, but his mother was.  "Now it's true I'm only the master of the house, not the Lord.  My good mother is the head of our house.  You may or may not know but she is... was nobility from Romana*.  While she's been here in our land for nearly a quarter of a century, you know how those from Romana are, much closer to the church than we are.  But I can say for certain that while she was religious as I grew up, she is no bible thumping zealot.  Family is more important to her than anything, especially since the death of my brother and my father in the last few years.  She might not agree with anything that goes against the church, but she would not oppose me.  In fact I came to Londinium to try to re-assert House Wynt's authority as a noble house."<br/><br/>He paused for breath, "As for me personally, I've recently learned that my own reputation has started to spread.  But I don't mean as a diplomat, hunter, or statesmen.  My own... morality... often diverges with that the church teaches."<br/><br/>He smiled at the Queen, a beautiful woman, "Of course, if you haven't heard, I enjoy the company of beautiful women."  He waved his hand as if it didn't matter, "But I digress, my answer of course is that I am utterly loyal to you my queen.  Even if I were to disagree with you, I would still follow you loyally.  Wynt is bound to you, bound to the crown, now and always.  Your commands are mine to follow, and as to the lengths I would go, I ask only that you not put my house in dire jeapordy.  My sister and I are the last of the Wynt line.  While I would pledge my life to you, I hope that it is not required that I go that far.  My sister seeks a good husband, and were she to marry, she would have to sacrifice much to keep the name Wynt and head the house.   A sacrifice of that magnitude, marrying only the lowest ranking of nobles, would push our house even further into obscurity for at least a generation."<br/><br/>He reached for the glass of wine and swirled it before sipping it, "But, make no doubt my leige, my life is yours.  This I swear."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">* ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">*<br/>I'm not at home and I can't remember where his mother is from.  I know that the real world analogy was Italy, but I can't remember what I have it written is in his backstory.</div></div>