Juli was interested to hear that it was Henrik, not the Aserit king, who had hired LeChance—maybe the prince could be prevailed upon to remove this man for the sake of giving the peace process a chance. “You might want to consider for a moment that I have no idea if any of the allegations the gypsy made against you are true,” she told the assassin. “It’s unreasonable of you to expect me to ignore them and join a toast based on... what exactly? You’re a compete stranger who threatened the life of my father. Nearly the first thing I saw you do was draw a dagger and cut all the bells off poor Erin’s costume. Put yourself in my shoes and tell me how trusting you would be feeling right about now.” There was no anger in Juli’s voice as she said all this—she was just dispassionately laying out an argument. If LeChance was not so terrible as she thought he was, then maybe he would appreciate why she felt the way she did.