Kiara smiled a bit as she looked off and thought about her guard. "You won't like him. He's harsh and rude and he will almost certainly make fun of you, but I think it would do you well. I could teach you, but I'm a lot less capable right now than him. Besides, he has much more hands on experience than I. Besides, you're a prince. It might be a favor if he treated you as if you were not. It's not often that we get put in our places is it?"

When she turned her thoughts back to Lamont, she tilted her head a bit curiously. "If my arm ever returns to normal, I would love to spar with you. If you are truly skilled at avoiding attacks, I would like to see it."

She stared at him for awhile and realized that surprisingly, Lamont actually reminded her of home. All this time, she'd thought that being in Berinike and meeting her husband would be a terrible thing because of what he would be like, act like, but honestly, the prince did not belong here. It was true that she was not yet used to his dark features, but his structure, body type, and speech were very familiar. It was almost... comforting.

When she began to speak again, a light blush colored Kiara's cheeks. Her words were a bit embarrassing, but she felt that she should say them anyways. "I would like to be friends with you. I don't know if we can ever be the way a husband and wife should, but at the very least I would like to get along with you. I do not want to live my life miserable. I will, for my people, but I would much prefer to be happy. Wouldn't you?"