Diane smiled. "Of course," she said. "As learned as I can be. I need to know how to read and write to run a household and take care of my servants." She grinned impishly. "Don't tell anyone, but I sometimes sneak books from my brother's library. I think he knows, but he spoils me."<br/><br/>She looked down at the thin book of poems. "I dream of when I marry, my husband will allow me to carry on my love of books. I sometimes worry that I'll marry some Anstarian lord who will keep me under lock and key, only letting me out so I can give birth to his babies."