Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

Inch for inch that they came closer, it became clear that Niamh wasn't sporting the same advantage she'd thought she'd had. Niamh had a tendency to hold her head low while in motion, but bore it high with an egotistical tension in her neck whenever facing a stranger...And this fellow was not shorter than she was. Naturally, she was attracted to males who were her size or larger- but she also knew that in a stranger, this strength could pose a threat to her- and she wasn't entirely sure yet if he meant simply to seduce her, or if he meant to harm her. 

He was still charmed by all these pretty words and posturing, and when he offered to be whatever she wanted, Niamh finally broke character and rolled her eyes. She could only truly hold up her end of the act for so long before she tired of it. This wasn't even her typical manner of flirting- this was some sort of pretend, some sort of masquerade which was cute at first, but she wasn't about to pretend she was royalty. Niamh had no aspirations for leadership. She didn't want to be a duchess at all. 

"Why not just be you, whoever the fuck you actually are, rather'n offering to be some piece of garbage royalty just to get it on with some stranger you don' even know." She commented with a huff, relazing her shoulders a bit, loosening them up. "Honestly." She said, finally glad she'd decided to give up on the whole seduction scheme. "And I ain't a duchess. I'm a Sergeant-at-Arms." She said, dropping that bomb to see how he responded to that, unapologetic bit of truth.