Richard shakes his arms a little, trying to get rid of the unpleasant feeling. Not entirely unpleasant, b but weirdly invasive. Mercifully, Victoria retreats. He's not entirely sure what she means by "part of us", but he's gotten distracted from that already.
"Oh. Right," he answers. Then he straightens up again, trying to look impressive, smiling genially. "I... am King Richard," he answers, voice suddenly deeper. "This is Victoria."
He doesn't always introduce himself as King anymore, technically having no kingdom, castle, or crown. But he's a king at heart, and it's good to let himself act like it once in a while. Besides, neither Galavant nor Roberta are here to point out the technicalities.
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"Oh. Right," he answers. Then he straightens up again, trying to look impressive, smiling genially. "I... am King Richard," he answers, voice suddenly deeper. "This is Victoria."
He doesn't always introduce himself as King anymore, technically having no kingdom, castle, or crown. But he's a king at heart, and it's good to let himself act like it once in a while. Besides, neither Galavant nor Roberta are here to point out the technicalities.