My brain still spun in circles; my body abuzz with all the sensations Zariah had drawn from me. What if I could marry him instead of the prince? The thought felt as forbidden as his touch. And why not? The prince would not choose a mud girl; everyone knew that. Surely I was good enough for a lowly fireguard, wasn’t I?
You dumb bitch. Does the author think we are also dumb? Jeez
