A graceful bow, though he did not himself heed such titles. She was not his princess and so it did not matter where she was from or who she was. Still, he liked to play the games. She wore a robe, he fit into the jacket.
"The land of Prythian, my beautiful lady," Rhysand said and moved nearer once upright from his bow. "If...I may?" an extension of his hand as if to take hers but he await her flesh upon his. He was taller, slim but tone, with a gliding jaw and blue-eyes like violet up close.