Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head, ready for blushing.
Megan Whalen TurnerShe reached out and touched the kingโs face, cupping his cheek in her hand. โJust a nightmare,โ he said, his voice still rough. The queenโs voice was cool. โHow embarrassing,โ she said, looking at his maimed arm. The king looked up then, and followed her gaze. If it was embarrassing to wake like a child screaming from a nightmare, how much more embarrassing to be the reason your husband woke screaming. A quick smile visited the kingโs face. โOuch,โ he said, referring to more than the pain in his side. โOuch,โ he said again as the queen gathered him into her arms.
Megan Whalen TurnerI stayed only two days in the capital. I was welcomed by a cheering citizenry, who threw flowers at my head. It was disconcerting to think I could have put almost any young man in my retinue on a white horse and they would have thrown flowers at him instead. It was not me they cared about, only what I meant to them: a cessation of hostilities, a chance for prosperity, food on the table.
Megan Whalen Turner