He had already gotten the story from Chaldean Reihana, of course, but it wouldn’t so to go throwing that fact around, so as he entered the room, a space they had to themselves at her behest, he greeted her as was customary of him, with a polite utterance of “Your Majesty” and a courteous bow. He was concerned by what he had been hearing, but he had deemed it best to leave her time to center herself after the dispute with the Chaldean before he started in as well.
“Rumors abound, Majesty, that you have taken an astute interest in polo.” Count on Mikino to make that word into something suggestive right off the bat. He hadn’t needed Azybel to tell him about that little outing. It wasn’t hard to keep tabs on royalty. It was one more reason that he wasn’t interested in acquiring a throne for himself or young Shayleiah. He had enough eyes on him as it was, but he had more a semblance of privacy than Sidonie was granted.