Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one's looking and then rescue him.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.

Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.

Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.