Granted permission to stand, Sakura does so, awkward in her shuffle of limbs and tablet and damp hands she wipes one at a time on the bottom of her shirt. "Haruno Sakura, Your Highness."

She didn't meet his eyes, focusing instead on a point on his chest. Nobility was frightening, even if they dressed so very strangely. "I, um. I have this note, about a class I..."

Sakura stops, clutching her tablet tight to her chest like it will impart its odd knowledge directly into her brain. It doesn't do anything of the sort, but it almost gives her confidence.

"I'm supposed to teach a class that I don't know how to, Your Highness. You'd made this person an offer of assistance which I'm not humbly begging you to grant now."

Finally daring to look at his face, her own is pulled into an expression of earnestness mixed with fear as she waits for his response.