““I thought you were the docile one," he murmured. "Yes, my lord," she said meekly. "Compared to my sister, my lord." "And you're the smart one as well? Even though you were going to put horse dung on an infect wound?" "Yes, my lord." She straightened her shoulders. "And the plain one." His eyes were like a sly weapon, all soft, lingering caresses while he stood just out of reach. "I think you're a fraud, Lady Alys. You've yet to convince me of any of those three things.””
