"Perhaps we should not make the queens decisions for her." Lysander had a silver tongue. 

"I certainly know that [i]you[/i] should want to hear me out. I have heard of you, Dumas, from the lovely lips of a vision-in-red. I heard of your renown and strength... of your betrayal... among other juicy bits of gossip." He meant to provoke the ex-bodyguard, it was clear from Celine's story that this man harbored feelings for him, Lysander wished to know how much. "This country has such a lovely princess, beautiful... and sad, for what has happened to her and her country. For what the people she [i]thought she could trust[/i] have done to her..." He wondered if the man even knew if that Celine was still alive. Would her name provoke hope? Anger? Anxiety? He waited, smirking at the man. 

Meanwhile, back in Narnia, the princes mentioned offered the King a duel. 

"That was clever of you." He commented on her story. "You are a determined woman." He spoke all as a compliment. The skills Celine had forced her knights to teach her might very well save her life someday if they had not already.

"It would be my honor." He bowed low to the lady and drew his own blade. He crossed into the courtyard and the sunlight, his blade glittered and flashed. He took a relaxed defensive stance, his sword point hovering a few inches over the earth. He wondered what kind of technique they knights practiced in Mathias. Celine could unwittingly teach him this, and it might come in handy should they have to fight Mathians in the war that may come...