"Yes, I have heard all about it. And that is an interesting take. How do you propose we strip a man of his will to fight?"

Anastasiya had grown up with books of warfare, of ancient Egypt and China, of tribesmen in far away lands with arrows, of galleys and cannons. In her lifetime she had seen again and again rich men declare war, and poor men die conducting it. Sometimes it was to expand borders and reap the gold of others, sometimes it was out of misunderstanding and spite. From what Anastasiya understood of the world - men will always want to fight. But she held her tongue and moved to sit. When her father was who he was and she was who she was, it was a rare thing to hear someone not echo whatever came out of her mouth. Anastasiya thought back to what she had heard about Nikolai.

"Architecture? Nature? Your university?"

She used up her three guesses all at once. [i]Me?[/i] It wouldn't be the first time, but how conceited for a lady to assume that.