"Why not? Your beauty is great, worthy of nobility, Oyama-Hime," Again he smiled, this time effortlessly fishing a rose out of his robe to hand to Ami, this time filled with warmth instead of wonder. The mention of her mother got to him a little as well, and he paused a bit to get a better look at her.

"Such a title is one of the few worthy of someone beautiful and talented like you."