Marian's eyes shifted to him, from watching the throng, wonderingly at his singular words which resounded as quite a many and caused a shiver down her spine.

A smile wound across her face, shaking her head. Her tone is amused, though the undercurrent of soft gratitude is beneath it. "Tis ironic that it would take a king to be one of the few people who did agree." There are not many here that would."

As simply. As easily. For a woman.

"Tis not much more set up, as of yet, it looks," Marian observed.