“Don’t look at me, I must smell,” I say, suddenly remembering my clothes and my hair and the raised welts of flea bites on my skin. “I am ashamed of myself.” “You should never have stayed there,” he says, glancing at the queen. “You should never have been there. You should never have been left there.” Margaret gives me a merry smile. “He has been most angry with me,” she says. “He is not speaking to me for rage. But see, here you are, safe now.” “I am safe now,” I agree.
I love their love it was kinda the reason I kept going with this book, fictionalization and what not they are OTP
