Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

For Hanalea the Warrior!

Do not forget duty. But choose love when you can.

Raisa felt relieved, yet oddly disappointed. She was the blooded princess heir, yet in servants' clothes she was apparently unrecognizable. In the stories, rulers had a natural presence about them that identified them as such, even dressed in rags. What's the nature of royalty, she wondered. Is it like a gown you put on that disappears when you take it off? Does anyone look beyond the finery? Could anyone in the queendom take her place, given the right accessories? If so, it was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught about bloodlines.