“A queen doesn’t suggest, she orders,” Rune said, coming up beside her. “You balance on a knife’s edge. With those clumsy long limbs, you’re bound to fall.” She turned to glance at him sidelong. “Do you stay up late at night practicing these jabs?” He laughed, a short quick exhalation through the nose. “If that’s the sort of thing you imagine I do alone in my rooms, then you don’t know me at all.”
