After the dinner, Lord Richard and Lady Sylvia went to the guest chambers while Azrael and Lyanna returned to their chambers. Azrael dismissed the guards outside the chambers with a curt wave of his hand and closed the door.
Lyanna stood by the window. The evening had been full of careful words and smiles, and she thought she had handled it well. She turned to face him, expecting acknowledgement.
Instead, she saw his face burning with anger.
"That comment about being satisfied…you made it sound sexual. Do you have any idea how inappropriate that was?"
Lyanna blinked and stared at him. Of all the things she'd expected him to criticize, that hadn't been on the list.
"She was provoking me." Lyanna replied. "I defended us. I defended our marriage."
His laugh was harsh, and bitter.
"You defended us by using our bedroom as a weapon. That's crass, Lyanna. It's beneath a queen. It made you look desperate and vulgar."
