Juli was completely content to share tender kisses with Olivia and hold her soft form close, nuzzling affectionately. At her lover’s question, Juliette smiled. “I want us to be together so much,” she whispered happily. “I’ve never felt this strongly. How can it be that I still hardly know you, but already you’re like a drug to me? You’re such beautiful perfection, my love.” She kissed Olivia, deeply and passionately.<br/><br/>The princess sighed contentedly, but soon the world outside the room began creeping back into her mind. “We’ll have to be more careful from now on,” she noted softly. “We were acting like smitten teenage girls back at the banquet. Royals in Theiri have always had their sexual indiscretions, but the idea of two women together isn’t taken well even here. And for you to be involved with me, it could cause your people to think that your loyalty to Nydewia is suspect.” She was obviously very troubled at the thought. “That’s the last thing I want, I never want to see you hurt. And especially not on my account.<br/><br/>“I’m most worried about LeChance—with his hearing, that assassin probably did not miss a word we said.” Juli remembered her earlier apprehension when Olivia had been talking to the blind man. “I want you to be very careful not to upset him. He may come off as charismatic, but I don’t think he’s entirely sane. He publicly threatened the life of the king earlier today. I spoke to him in private before your delegation arrived, and he talked about how important it was to make his kills personal, to feel his victim’s last breath on his skin. I’m not someone who’s easily frightened, but I’ll admit I was very disturbed by the conversation.<br/><br/>“But there’s nothing that can be done so long as the queen tolerates his presence,” she noted, unable to hide how upset she was. “So promise you’ll be careful of him.”