Princess Mary. That she liked. He called her Princess Mary, regardless of whatever other status she held currently. She regally nodded, looking at him politely enough. "Jim, then," she remarked, finding it strange that a man wouldn't prefer to be called by a title he had earned and deserved. Military titles, from what she understood of them, were titles that were earned rather than inherited from birth.
"Yes, I am ready," she responded softly, stepping outside to walk beside him carefully. She wasn't sure where she was, after all, and she depended on him fully to get her to the store that she needed to go to.