She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

It’s because I’m so good-looking, isn’t it?

I can’t help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection.

Castes never meant that much to me.

Because even though you're dating five other women, I think I'm cheating on you.

I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay." My relief was inexpressible. "Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?" "Not a chance." I whispered.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.