“Saf,” she said. “I have a question I need to ask you.” “Yes?” She made herself watch his soft eyes. “If you weren’t in trouble about the crown thing,” she said, “would you still go away?” The question made his eyes softer. “Yes.” She had known the answer before she’d asked. But hearing it still hurt. “My turn,” he said. “Would you stop being the queen for me?” “Of course not.” “There, now,” he said. “We’ve both asked each other the same question.” “We haven’t.” “Have too,” he said. “You asked me to stay, and I asked you to come with me.”
