The king just looked at her patiently, seemingly undisturbed by the threat. “You’d never do that.” “I wouldn’t? I—I could do it tonight. I could throw myself down the stairs. I could stop eating. I could . . . well, there are many, many ways I could end my life if I wanted to!” He shook his head. “You wouldn’t, because you don’t really want to die. You don’t just live, Cleo. Life itself sings from your existence.”
