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Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
those stuffy old men had had the good sense to start hiding two thousand years’ worth of ideas and learning.
Dying—rather than playing in the king’s game—was the only choice left to him.
He had come here with the intention of embarrassing a snide assassin, and had instead found a young woman pouring her secrets into a pianoforte.
I can survive well enough on my own—if given proper reading material.”
“What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?” “What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?”
If it pleases you, then it shall happen.”
Her dress was made of stars plucked from the sky, and the whorls of crystals in her gray mask glittered.
“We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.
as he kissed her fiercely, she let everything fade away.
He saw her face each time he closed his eyes. She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name, made him want to be a man who deserved to wear a crown.
Freedom or death lay at this table. Her past and future were seated on a glass throne.
He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he’d rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn’t terrify him.
What a politician she’d have made if she had been born a man!”
“You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
