You are my queen. I’ve spent nine centuries seeking the mortal who would free this court, who would save my best friend’s son, who would save the lives of the rest of the girls who were not you. I’d die before I’d allow harm to you.” He bowed his head.

Like chaos in a glass cage.

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.

Sleep well, and stay where I put you.

Love ans desire aren't the same

Happiness is a choice.