“I don’t see the good in everyone,” she protested. “I certainly don’t see it in the Tsar or Tsaritsa or even Prince Vasily. But Prince Nikolai? He wants to do good, General.” She was sure of that. Still she sighed softly. They would have to be doubly cautious now.
“You don’t wish me to see him again.” It wasn’t really a question, though she couldn’t help but tack one on. “Or is it just that you don’t wish me to see him alone? There’s a fete in a week and a half. I can’t exactly avoid him if he wants to talk or dance. Not without appearing rude. Which would reflect poorly on the Grisha as a whole.” And she doubted he wanted that either.