[Beatrix very intentionally focuses her attention on the bar of chocolate in her grasp and in a very meticulous, perfected fashion, she's unwrapping. Not a single tear. Not a single rip. Just nice, obsessive gentle pulling and folding before she carefully snaps a piece of chocolate off from the top of the bar.

She simply nods along. Yes, yes. Of course they're all in the same position. More time than they all rightfully know what to do with, most likely. She doesn't dismiss it because it's true. At the mention of 'princess,' her attention moves back onto Oriphi.]

You are aware that I am a military general. [She begins, which is really nothing new. Beatrix seems to always be open about it. What's the point in hiding her capacity?] I serve a kingdom. A queen. Her daughter. Her Highness was to whom I was referring.