Of course his advisors would want him to try and find a wife. Or at least, some sort of companionship. As they claimed, it would make him seem like a much more powerful king. And of course, the question of ensuring a heir was always there. So, he gazed boredly at the options of women they had brought to him. Women from so many kingdoms, different countries. There were many benefits that would come with marrying any of them... even if they seemed so dreadfully... boring, or ugly, or stupid. At least, in a prideful king like Joseph's eyes. However, his gaze would be attracted to something... or someone else. One of the women's, a princess? if he remembered properly, courtier, who stood off to the side. He had only noticed when that specific princess step to the side to receive help from the courtier. The courtier was focused, composed, and quick-witted. From what he understood, the sleeve of the princess' dress had caught onto another's jewelry and ripped. The courtier, proving their intelligence, use their own hair pins to pin the rip closed. If Joseph hadn't focused in on the two, he likely never would've noticed the rip at all. ... and so, he made a decision. He stood up, drawing much attention to himself, and approached the courtier without any sort of warning. No time to let this individual get their thoughts together about the matter. "... What's your name?"