Raman blinked. He had not expected this human to acquiesce to her "title" so willingly. Most humans would swell up with their mortal pride and rant and fume about how they were better and deserved more than that. A lot of them would throw in some foolish phrase about how they were bigger and so somehow superior to the fairy race.

That, of course, would swiftly earn them a jab in the face from Raman's saber, for by insulting the race of the fairies they insulted him and also his queen.

But this human... If he didn't know better, he would think that she was used to such... put-downs. Why else would she accept it with so little protest?

Then she mentioned his queen and he snapped back to knowledge of his rank and his race once more. "Yes," he replied shortly. "My lady Jevitha is a generous and just ruler. We fairies are fortunate to have her as our queen." He touched his fingers to his forehead in a salute; it mattered not that his queen could not see it. The meaning behind the gesture was all that mattered.

Lowering his hand, Raman squinted, a frown upon his rugged face. What... was that up ahead?