Among other things, yes. She's heard the songs too. Or at least some of them, and they'd amused her with how preposterous they'd been. She realizes that such tales and songs are always embellished, of course, but it appears that her betrothed is in fact embarrassed by those recounts of his accomplishments. A king who does not have the flair for politics... how intriguing. He's wise to have chosen her to be his wife, then. She can do the politicking for him.

She meets his gaze when he acknowledges what she's said about finding peace at night. There's a hint of shyness now, if only because she's unsure if she's spoken out of turn. When he doesn't appear to be upset by it, she dares to take a step further. "And you do not partake?" There's curiosity in her dark eyes, but also something more playful. Though she leaves it ambiguous enough so he could choose to pretend they're only talking about wine.