Finally he smiles at her, enjoying the eyes upon them, this is the power he deserved, what his parents and aunts spoke of. He takes the seat next to her, settling in a respectable distance away and raises his own glass, "To the Queens great and continued health."
Upon completing his toast he lifts the rim of the glass to his lips and takes a healthy drink, smiling at the blended tastes, bringing back fond memories. He scans the crowd with professional trained eyes, picking out nobles, their eyes upon the pair and he shows his pleasure before turning to her, the gash over his eye healing nicely, the blood long ago wiped away.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you my Queen, I know you know of my family, I'm pleased to represent them as their patriarch, here in the court. But my excitement at sitting beside the queen after presenting her with a win could only be matched by glory in protecting her realm or by quelling the discontent shown by the less farsighted nobles who clamor for an heir. I don't necessarily share their concerns or their demands that you produce a child, you're the Queen, you owe them no timeline. "
He looks away, smiling for a photo op and then continues. "At the very least I'm happy to provide them a distraction so that her majesty can focus on more important things than playing the court games forced upon her."