If she were (looking into my eyes), she’d have seen how absolutely floored I was the first time I finally, truly saw her. The clouds moved at just the right moment, fully lighting her face by the moon. She was dazzlingly beautiful. Underneath thick lashes were eyes blue as ice, something cool to balance out the flames in her hair. I felt a strange flutter in my chest, like the glow of a fireplace or the warmth of the afternoon. It stayed there for a moment, playing with my pulse.

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

Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.

I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.

Bravery hides in amazing places.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

Knowledge isn’t love