"Charmed, Master ir'Wynt." She smiled while replying in a gentle, melodic voice to the kiss on her hand, seeming to find the touch of his lips a delightful amusement. The sweet smile crossing her lips seeming to reach her eyes too, their friendly gaze pure and calming as she bowed her head a little in greeting of her own. "I am Rosalyn Caelor, daughter of Jaefin Caelor." She introduced herself in turn then, when he offered her a chair. Gently resting a hand on his on the chair's backend her steps brought her before it to settle down to sit trusting in him to guide the chair under her without any pranks in mind.<br/><br/>Wales wasn't that far from Tehr's home and there had been a lot of tales coming from the area over the time. The elves were still ruled by a King who had not taken a Queen to his side in his long years, but his passing was expected during Tehr's lifetime, seeing how he'd already prepared to hand his throne down eventually to one ni his family. In fact it was a topic of a lot of gossip coming from elven lands. Without a direct heir, the one to receive the throne would be a cousin or a cousin a few steps down the family tree's branches most likely, seeing how his own line hadn't got a brother or sister to take the place on the throne.<br/><br/>Duke Caelor wasn't at the top of such options though his policies were rather relaxed, open trade and friendship with the other races, as well as funding exploration with the elven longboats in his spare time. A few of the others kept thinking back at the legends of Tir na Nog and a domain over all of the Isles, a worrysome thought to some yet most elves said such tales were just illusions of grandeur a few folks might have, same as they said the dream of Avalon used to be for many kings of humans.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, politics back at home were one matter but Caelor's presence in Londinium might imply attempts to ease the change of leadership in Wales for the Court of Humans as well, seeing as the Duke had been a guest before, though that was before Tehr had come to Londinium himself. The tales didn't say he'd have travelled with his daughter along before though. At least, the Hlaford had never heard of such a thing occuring.<br/><br/>"I've been curious to see how the Queen has been doing in Londinium all this time. Its been a bit since I last visited, after all. Close two two years now." The duke hummed slightly, taking a small sip from his own glass, while Rosalyn gazed upon him speaking melodically once more. "I too would like to hear about the Queen, and of Londinium, seeing as we are headed there tomorrow or the day after at latest. Learning a little more about what to expect would be appreciated, and seeing as you are here from Londinium I would appreciate a view point of someone who has lived and perhaps loved in the city." Her tone contained just a bit of humorous amusement at the end, earning a chuckle from the Duke.<br/><br/>"Do not tease our guest so much Rosalyn, you will see the city soon." He regarded Tehr with a smile again, a polite nod as he continued. "Of course if you have stories in mind to lighten the mood while eating and relaxing they're welcome but you should not have to feel obligated, we are<em>neighbors</em>after all." His tone on that a bit teasing in turn, but full of warmth and mirth, friendly and relaxed.