Nervousness rose in her throat, twisted her hands together, but she nodded, trying to hide her sudden fear. “Of course, Sir Knight.”
Mordred rose an eyebrow, he could see her sudden change in demeanour. So to comfort her, he put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes when he spoke, “There’s nothing to worry about, I assure you. I can be quite convincing,” he stated, a small grin appearing on his features.
She couldn’t help but smile back. “It’s not /your/ sincerity I doubt. I’m unused to being at other people’s mercy. Particularly that of kings.”