Castes never meant that much to me.
Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn't help but be drawn to try.
I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.
That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.
You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.
But you just said you loved me." "I do, Mer. That's the point. I can't make you like me. I can't stand the thought of you hungry or cold or scared. I can't make you a Six.