[ The silence that follows once he trails off is absolutely agonizing. She knows she should say something to fill the silence, but she has absolutely no idea what. It's not as though there's anything interesting she could have to say to a prince and she ends up staring miserably down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers in transparent nervousness.

Eventually, the quiet gets so bad that she just blurts out the first thing to pop into her head. ]

Um, the palace... r–really is beautiful. I've... never seen it up close before, but I'd always imagined what it might look like inside...

[ And then she flushes an agonized shade of scarlet. ]

Ah– I–I'm sorry, that must make me sound so strange... spending so much time thinking about your home...