"Thank you for checking on me. You even wore your sword." Alric looked down. "I didn't know what beast or scoundrel might be attacking the princess. I had to come prepared to do battle." "Can you even draw that thing?" He frowned at her again. "Oh, quit it, will you? They say I fought masterfully in the Battle of Medford." "Masterfully?" He struggled to stop himself from smiling. "Yes, some might even say heroically. In fact, I believe some did say heroically." "You've watched that silly play too many times." "It's good theater, and I like to support the arts." "The arts." She rolled her eyes. "You just like it because it makes all the girls swoon and you love all the attention." "Well..." He shrugged guiltily. "Don't deny it! I've seen you with a crowd of them circling like vultures and you grinning and strutting around like the prize bull at the fair. Do you make a list? Does Julian send them to your chambers by hair color, height, or merely in alphabetical order?" "It's not like that." "You know, you do have to get married, and the sooner, the better. You have a lineage to protect. Kings who don't produce heirs cause civil wars."