L'Arachel closed her eyes and brought a hand up to her forehead, as though silently begging for the strength to deal with the woman before her. Brandy was quick to apologize, and the princess appreciated that. No, the part that was bothering her was that she had messed up her name. Again. But L'Arachel was going to let it slide, for it wasn't very becoming of a woman of Rausten to be anything less than forgiving when someone tried to apologize. Even in a very awkward and bumbling fashion.
After a brief moment, she opened her eyes and lowered her hand, a small smile sliding back onto her face. "I apologize for being sharp with you, Brandy. That was hardly polite of me." Her smile widened, and she turned back to where she had set her grapes down in the counter. "Why, how can I expect to become a fair and just queen to my less fortunate subjects when I cannot be civil with one woefully forgetful woman?"
Perhaps the worst part about what L'Arachel had just said was that she didn't even realize she was being condescending.