Everything about the opera had been forgotten the instant Gil heard Ce'Nedra proclaim herself as queen. He jerked back slightly, eyes widening in complete surprise. She didn't appear to be lying, and he had never met the queen back home or heard many stories of her. In this case, he had no idea what the proper etiquette was.

"Queen. You're--" he paused briefly. "I'm very sorry about earlier--" Your Highness? Majesty? Ma'am? Putting sentences together was suddenly a lot harder.