thought down the moment it rose. “What’s wrong with her learning how to wield a weapon? Ithicana’s dangerous. It would be for her own safety.” He eyed the table, then sat at the end of it. “It’s not her safety that I’m concerned about.” Lara shot him a look of disdain. “You’d fit in well in Maridrina, Your Grace, if the thought of your wife knowing how to wield a knife puts such fear in your heart.” “Oh my.”
