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Andrew only lowered himself back into the chair once the door had closed behind the queen, certain that she wouldn't make a sudden reappearance and catch him by surprise. He once more straightened his waistcoat, glancing down at the garment as Carina's words about 'suitable clothing' repeated themselves over in his mind. He supposed the dark brown wasn't too proper in a place like this. He had always wondered what royals wore to dinner, if they paved the way for nobility to dress so fancy in their own homes at their own dinner tables.
He blinked up at Natalia as the adviser began to speak again, fingers slowly releasing the pinching grip they had on the hem of the waistcoat and his hands reaching for his cup again. He didn't dare pick any of the sweets, one for the fear of creating crumbs and two for the fear he would become too full and not eat anything at dinner, therefore seeming rude and inconsiderate.
"The East Wing... sounds fancy-- far too fancy for the likes of me." He replied, taking a sip of his tea (one sugar and a drop of milk). "Am I... smelly or somethin'? I just mean, the queen mentioned a bath - which, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for an' would love to have before dinner tonight - but the way she only stayed in the room for a matter of a few minutes... it ain't 'cause I... stink, issit? I did bathe on my way up, kept this," he motioned to his outfit, "bundled up safe, didn't wear it once so it didn't smell bad when I finally put it on."
He cheeks had reddened with the embarrassment of such a prospect, having tried so hard to make sure his cleanliness was paramount, even going as far as to take one of the unused bars of lavender soaps his mother hadn't had a chance to use before she passed.
He was then caught off guard by her referral back to his earlier confident, cup pausing in the air before continuing up to his lips to have another drink.
"She's a talented woman. I bet my Ma would have asked her a think or two about some of the techniques she used on that dress." Andrew commented after clearing his mind, watching Natalia curiously. It was a far cry from the woman who was blatantly attempting to shut him out earlier, the faint smiles and offers of conversation not exactly something that had been on the agenda ten minutes ago.
However, he smiled easily, undeterred by her warnings about the King, "Ain't that what a good marriage is like though? I mean, I ain't married an' not exactly in a relationship, but I always though that's what they're all about, ain't they? Balancin' each other out, complimentin' each other?" He shrugged nonchalantly.
He blinked up at Natalia as the adviser began to speak again, fingers slowly releasing the pinching grip they had on the hem of the waistcoat and his hands reaching for his cup again. He didn't dare pick any of the sweets, one for the fear of creating crumbs and two for the fear he would become too full and not eat anything at dinner, therefore seeming rude and inconsiderate.
"The East Wing... sounds fancy-- far too fancy for the likes of me." He replied, taking a sip of his tea (one sugar and a drop of milk). "Am I... smelly or somethin'? I just mean, the queen mentioned a bath - which, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for an' would love to have before dinner tonight - but the way she only stayed in the room for a matter of a few minutes... it ain't 'cause I... stink, issit? I did bathe on my way up, kept this," he motioned to his outfit, "bundled up safe, didn't wear it once so it didn't smell bad when I finally put it on."
He cheeks had reddened with the embarrassment of such a prospect, having tried so hard to make sure his cleanliness was paramount, even going as far as to take one of the unused bars of lavender soaps his mother hadn't had a chance to use before she passed.
He was then caught off guard by her referral back to his earlier confident, cup pausing in the air before continuing up to his lips to have another drink.
"She's a talented woman. I bet my Ma would have asked her a think or two about some of the techniques she used on that dress." Andrew commented after clearing his mind, watching Natalia curiously. It was a far cry from the woman who was blatantly attempting to shut him out earlier, the faint smiles and offers of conversation not exactly something that had been on the agenda ten minutes ago.
However, he smiled easily, undeterred by her warnings about the King, "Ain't that what a good marriage is like though? I mean, I ain't married an' not exactly in a relationship, but I always though that's what they're all about, ain't they? Balancin' each other out, complimentin' each other?" He shrugged nonchalantly.