Rosh “Sit. join us for a pie I have herd so much about you from my children and anyone with so much of the Royal children time and attention is someone I should know.” 

Arron looked apprehensively from the King to Poppy having never herd his father take that tone with anyone  before. Poppy was well aware that, that was not a request but an order and to calm Arron bowed again and then sat exactly were she had stood.

Now that was odd, but brilliantly calculated! no common born could sit at the same level as the king but by sitting were she was, he was to high were he sat to see her face as she kept looking down but she was well lit from the fire now and he could see she was no wafe thin court lady. this woman Poppy was all cuves witch was distantly distracting with her clutching her hands in her lap and the view her not so low cut blouse gave him. he attempted not to stair but she was sitting so close to look at her was to Look at her.