She smiled softly, looking down at her hands shyly. "I was born a bastard as well. It was only after my father was named Pope that I was legitimized." He was a king, he was at least equal in standing to her, if not a bit higher than her in status. He was humble, at least. More so than the older nobility of the Italian kingdoms. No matter how he was born, it gave him more grace and majesty than they ever possessed.

"If that were possible than I would be able to forget arriving in this world. You are a king, you shouldn't be afraid of it." No more than she could control her standing as a type of princess. "If only all kings were as handsome. It seems like they should be, doesn't it?"