(Oh, she could kill him. She should kill him. She brought two flechettes with her, tucked into her bodice and and easy to grab, and she is quite sure she could cross the room and slit his throat before he could stop her. No doubt the guards would kill her in turn -- and more importantly, they would likely kill Matthieu.

Where is Havelock? They must have made it into the house by now, and the fact that there has been no uproar means that he has not been discovered yet. Have they made their escape?)

She breathes in -- breathes out.

"And if I say yes, now," she says, very quiet, "then what happens, my lord?"