Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.
Kristin CashoreBrigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "Iโll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? Iโm missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! Iโll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and youโll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose itโs a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.
Kristin CashoreShe looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.
Kristin Cashore