Anne had been far from good with Richard. In fact, if her sire knew just how bad she had been, she was likely to be locked in the tower until the wedding. "Master Richard has treated me in a manner that is fitting, Papa. I do not think he would wish any harm on my reputation." She wasn't going to promise anything, after all she was trying to ensure that Richard would be hers and bound to her not only by marriage, but by a blood bond. She wanted him addicted to her.
She smiled at him when he told her of his plans to make Richard a duke. "I think it will be fitting. Richard will be a good fit, and the people there already love their princess." She took his arm, ready to accompany him to their meeting. She would, as always, sit and observe, pretending to be bored. Of course she was taking in every word, and learning to rule in the event something horrible and unfortunate might happen to her sire.
"I was thinking one of the new humans, the one with the religious markings on his body. I'd love to have both of them, since they are twins, but I will settle for one. They are devout, and I think I will be kept amused by them." She didn't expect Henry to give her both, but it never hurt to ask, right?