He was used to being recognized; there was something to be said for being King, after all. It was rare that his name elicited such eagerness, however, and Hadama blinked in pleasant bemusement as the young woman bounded - bounced? - over to him. Courtesy was as ingrained in him as quiet, however, and he took her two hands in his without hesitation. Large and callused though they were, still his hands were gentle as he gave her a small bow of greeting.
"Indeed," he confirmed to knowing her parents, and though he was surprised at her age he kept his expression serene and a touch solemn. "It is an honor to meet you Seren, daughter of Safrin." Releasing her hands he nodded to the statue she had left at the altar. "Please, continue. But when you are done, may we speak?"
"Indeed," he confirmed to knowing her parents, and though he was surprised at her age he kept his expression serene and a touch solemn. "It is an honor to meet you Seren, daughter of Safrin." Releasing her hands he nodded to the statue she had left at the altar. "Please, continue. But when you are done, may we speak?"
