“She will hate me for this,” I said. We still stood amid the crowd, though they kept their distance and no longer stared, uninterested in the interactions between a king and his general. “For this?” Daroc asked. “You have done much worse.” I scowled. “I do not need your commentary.” “Then how about some advice?” “Are you someone who should be offering it?” His jaw tightened. “Never mind. Your wife is right to hate you.”
