The High Lord looked down at Sookie, trying to find sympathy. He had plenty and was unsure how to express it. That card was not one he wished to yet play. Still, he could not let her whimper even to herself. "I could imagine a few things," he gave way and again his tone sounded real and understanding yet still distant, walled.
"We have a king, though I am doubtful you're his child. Still...a princess should be treated appropriately. As for court I do not mean in the strictest of terms as you use it, but yes...I am the High Lord of the Night Court. We have a king over all courts, but the High Lord is the leader of each individual space." Rhys neglected to say that he had just been the queen's whore for almost fifty years, or that they killed her. Details. Details. Not to mention the court business could get a bit lengthy. Perhaps another time for he was moving on in subject.
"Based on your choice in words now and previously I can assume this is a land between the lands?" he tilt his head slightly. "Your world, your father's world, this world...mine. They are not the same, are they?"