Chapter 18
Tia
“Keep your dagger up.” Tierney tapped Margery’s wrist until she held her dagger at the correct height. “Relax your hips, and square your shoulders. Be confident.”
“Yes, my Lady.” Margery gripped her weapon tighter, relaxing her stance.
When Eavha left to follow Declan, Margery—the wife of a minor nobleman—came to find Tierney, asking for her help with the ladies. They needed guidance, Margery claimed.
They needed a miracle. Tierney winced at the way Margery’s opponent came at her, wrist limp, her silly jeweled knife clutched in her hand.
“Is that a fork or a knife, Lady Astrid?” Tierney observed the two women sparring.
“It’s a breast dagger, Madam,” Astrid said, affronted. “I assure you it is very valuable and perfect for a lady’s hand.”
“The rubies and sapphires cer
