[ Reynir feels suddenly nervous, unsure of how he's supposed to address her or if there are customs that he ought to know about. People bow to monarchs, right? He's pretty sure he remembers a lot of bowing and fancy titles, from the stories he'd read as a kid. ]

Ah, no, I'm really sorry. It isn't familiar. But I don't know a lot about history.

[ A comment which reveals that he does seem fairly confident that Marie comes from the past, relative to himself. It's a pretty safe bet, given that king and queens aren't a thing anymore. And that France isn't, either. But he wants to avoid bringing that up, if possible. ]

I can tell you all about Iceland, though. What would you like to know!

[ Then, in a rush, he asks: ]

Am I - which of those names should I call you, or is there a title I should use and, are there, uh, other queen rules I ought to know about, 'cause I... don't, sorry.