“Is it common for you to be found sneaking into men’s rooms at night?” “Y-Your Grace,” I stammer. He frowns. “If you were thinking of killing me in my sleep, let me tell you all the reasons why—” “What in my nature, after all this time, has led you to think I would cut a man’s throat in his bed while he slept?” I say, flabbergasted and more than slightly offended. “I see you’ve already meditated on the how.” He folds his arms with a slight smile. My shock fades with a roll of my eyes. He’s teasing me.
