He had manners about him, and that was appreciated, but it didn't help the sensation of her skin crawling. Of all the ways she had ever tried to mentally prepare herself for encountering any one of her siblings, this scenario was straight out of Ryn's nightmares.
"Ryn," she supplied, still smiling. "Madam Ryn. And if I am not mistaken, you are the Lord Taraias' heir. Lord Daemyn, I believe?" Still keeping her hand in his, she curtsied as neatly and gracefully as any princess could ever wish. "You are most welcome here, my Lord. I am the madam here, and I can assure you that you will be well taken care of."