[She flinches a little at her own foolish reaction. The king passes away, the prince inherits - and she imagines it's a bloodline, much like any monarchy.]

I'm sorry - of course, the timing's not up to you. And there have been younger kings, I just...

[She does pause, and looks at him, a little sign of a smile.] You're a king, and you're not a git. You're not even close to being a git.