“When you kill them. You will, of course.” He gestures toward the bows, toward the targets full of arrows. “And the servants have told me of your skill with a knife. Throwing them near to a target? I would very much like to see that.” Katharine’s stomach tightens with pleasure, and a tingle rolls up and down her back as if touched by unseen fingers. “Would you indeed,” she whispers. “Perhaps you only think so. You might feel different when you saw your future queen slide a knife into her pretty sister’s breast.” Nicolas smiles. “I come from a family of soldiers, Queen Katharine. I have seen
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