You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

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

I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

This changes nothing. It can't. You are my friend, my king,but that's.... All you can be." He nodded, but it was a gesture that indicated that he heard her, not that he agreed, which was abundantly clear as he said, "And you are my queen, my savior, my partner---and that's everything.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.