She didn't seem to be in a rush and therefore didn't mind waiting for what he had to say. And she imagined there was no singular word to be used to describe the gala. She'd thought it was loud and overwhelming and she'd felt like she was quite out of place. The previous year more so.

"Mm..." Eirik wore a smile and she patted his arm gently. "I think it's nice. You don't have to call me that. I am not your princess."