Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

It doesn't seem to matter what we think...The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in a trader's wagon. And if I'm salt pork and he doesn't care for salt pork, then there's nothing I can do.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

I can see that one can never pay back Gilsa for the fear that she will give again.

You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.

Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born