We don't always get to choose what we love.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.

To everyone who loves a long-secret romance, revealed at last.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

I can’t imagine anything worse than being required to have fun.

...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.

Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.