All of you’ means I want Diem the Queen and Diem the woman. The Diem that’s courageous and bold and inspiring. The Diem that taunts Crowns and armies into battle, then leaves them wondering what the hell they just faced.” We both laughed, and his fingers brushed across my cheek. “But I also want the Diem that worries and cries. The Diem that’s scared. The Diem with a temper hot enough to melt Fortosian steel.” He shot me a pointed look. “The Diem who doubts herself too damn much.”
