I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?

The three girls were sitting and lying beside her, holding one another, weeping, their arms and legs and hair tangled like the roots of close trees, sobs shaking them like leaves in a high wind.

...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

A heart's a heart, in a child or a man. You are tougher than you feel right now. Your roots are deep, your canopy's spread wide. You're going to show everyone what it means to be a king.

...all things speak, in their way, don't they?

Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--