Charon's brows knitted together as he watched the king. It took all of his self control, admittedly, not to say what was on his mind, and it was quite a task, too. Instead, he kept himself composed, collected, though he was bursting at the seams to say oh, you're making her your queen? A most delightful choice, I am sure...
"Oh?" he inquired, pleasantly. "And what might that be, majesty?"