Folainluc
The surprise was written plain on his face, stripping his aquiline nose and sharp cheekbones of the bright severity that tinted his youthful handsomeness until one heard him speak loud in fondness. How could anyone not be utterly disarmed of their composure, having carelessly stepped in to a moment exposing not one, but two transcendent beauties? That was not precisely the reason for his shock, but rapidly as that instant threatened to stretch to a brief eternity, his mouth parted in flustered astonishment.
"Goodness! Pray forgive my indiscretion! This is QUITE the surprise!" He shouted, shielding his eyes with a forearm while twisting his body away. But the princess would notice then, a familiar inflection slip into the last of his words, a dreadful ease slightly appear in that posture that had been genuinely caught off-guard. Folainluc continued.
"I must say, when I was preparing myself to admonish you for disappearing into your workshop, giving nary a warning before occupying yourself with gods-know-what for hours when you had a guest - I did not expect in truth that you were entertaining her in such a fashion!" His light laughs gave away his sincerity. "My greetings to you! I am Folainluc, steward of Endien and most staunch ally of our dear princess!"