❰ oh — hells, right, they're literally in the middle of battle. adalia's eyes widen as elros lunges past her, and she leans away from his blade until she sees the demon bearing down on her. then she yelps and claps her hands together, a loud crack of thunder blasting the demon back even as adalia herself is picked up by a gust of wind and flown back ten feet. she forgets, often, that she's still rather squishy, despite mat's training. it takes her a moment to recover from the adrenaline rush, and she presses a hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat as it races behind her ribs. ❱

No, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, ❰ she says eventually, laughing breathlessly, slightly embarrassed and suddenly nervous about the way she's been treating him. a king? really? ❱ I have no idea what any of that means, or where Numenor is.

❰ she looks around the field, but the remaining demons seem to be distracted with other people, at least for now. ❱

Oh! I'm Adalia. No titles or anything. I'm, uh. Honoured?

❰ that's how you talk to kings, right? adalia does a curtsy for good measure, and it's... passable. at least not the worst attempt he's ever seen, probably. ❱