Eleanore stood straighter, her hands moving back to her sides- she couldn't help but want to look her best in front of this lady, to want to prove that she was worthy to stand even in her presence. Eleanore was of lower ranking, yes, but that didn't change her demeanor- oh, if her father were here, he'd have the Queen's ear in a heartbeat...
"Eleanore Avellera, of Ayorthia," she introduced herself, making careful note to keep her Ayorthian accent heavy- it would make her appear less intelligent, Eleanore knew, and that could be used to her advantage.