As the Rat King spoke, Romance watched him, as he smoked his cigarette, something that she found sexy and repulsive at the same time. It was the doctor in her that hated it, but everything about X was sexual, and the way he smoked his cigarette was too. Her eyes at been on his lips, when she realized she hadn't been listening, not until his eyes were on her face. And then he spoke her name. Blinking wide green and gold eyes at him, she could hear the outcry from the woman who thought she would be queen, and her sister's horrified gasp, her hand clenching on Ro's arm.
For a few long moments, Romance stared back at the Rat King, unable to figure out what he had just said to her. Swallowing hard, she rose to her feet, held held high, just like the royalty she was raised as. She wondered where Jericho was, as she hadn't seen him since she had returned. He would have spoke up for her, wouldn't he have. She looked around the crown, seeing the looks on everyone's face as it sank into her head that he had just declared her his Queen. Green and gold eyes met his as she smoothed out her dress, she could still play dumb. He hadn't exactly said it.
"How may I serve you, my King?" she asked softly, with a gentle graceful nod in his direction. Her sister was practically spitting fire at the side of the Second in Command, whom was keeping her quiet with a look.