His face flushed, and he looked away. “My line was pushed out long ago. I have no desire to govern. Even if there wasn’t the threat of being chased across country and having my head cut off, I cannot do it. I simply cannot address anyone without…well, without—” He flushed harder, bowing his head.
Now I understood. He was shy
“But you have no trouble addressing me,” I teased, to distract him. “And I’m a powerful spirit of the wood.”
“Yes, but that is different.”
“How?”
“Well…it was a surprise. And no one else is here.”
I laughed. “Fair point. So tell me about the duke. What am I doing with him?”