Irene-" "Don't call me that." "You were the princess Irene the first time we met." "It means 'peace'," Attolia said. "What name could be more inappropriate?" "That I be named Helen?" Eddis suggested. The hard lines in Attolia's face eased, and she smiled. Eddis was a far cry from the woman whose beauty had started a war.
Megan Whalen TurnerI can't leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls... She's too precious to give up.
Megan Whalen TurnerShe's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower.
Megan Whalen TurnerThe king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife, and when it was over, the king closed his eyes and rested his forehead in the hollow of the queen's shoulder, like a man seeking respite, like a man reaching home at the end of the day.
Megan Whalen Turner