Despite being on his best behavior, Natalia's tone still made the servant wince, and the change in proximity, well...Guy could already feel a cold sweat breaking out on his arms. It was pathetic, really, but even after years of working in the manor alongside at least a dozen young women, he still couldn't get over his fear.

"Of course, Your Highness. Might I suggest somewhere more comfortable?" Guy asked, taking what he hoped was a discreet backwards step as he gestured politely towards one of the chairs.

His smile faded a little as he continued, "You may want to sit down for this. It could take a while to explain everything..."

Which he fully intended to do, of course, but considering the nature of the story, he felt it might be best if Natalia made herself at home rather than accepting the information on her feet.