I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.

It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.

It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered.

And none at all has ridden at the king's side since Aerinha, goddess of honor and flame, first taught men to forge their blades. You'd think Aerinha would have had better sense.

Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.

Then marry me. For I love you, and I do not believe there is anything so wrong with you. You are fair in my eyes and you lie fair on my heart.

He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.