P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

And I know I’m about to play second fiddle to another woman, as I should. But my love for you will never change, Maxon.

It was a special feeling, irreplaceable, that was priceless. No queen on the throne could feel more important than me.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?

I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.

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

America, I don't think you can change history." All the same, his expression looked hopeful. "Sure we can. Besides, who'd ever know about it but you and me?