The Knight laughed and shook his head, blond locks swinging in fluid motion. "No not at all. My father is a Knight and the head of House de Chartes. He is - the boy paused for a moment - i think he is sixty seventh in line for the throne of our small Barony. And still, we owe allegiance to Amn, so it would be a cold day in the nine hells before I become a prince."
Jamien laughed and shook his head, and then paused for a moment, catching a glimpse of Amaya's reaction. "My lady, you seem interested in the noble houses and regalia of my land. Do you have kings in your homeland? Perhaps you are of noble birth yourself?"
The Knight smiled at Amaya and then grinned at Cal "A shepherd with a pet wolf, how very poetic."