“I’m not sure I’d be a very good princess. I’d demand cheese with every meal—or at least once per day—and I would insist on a herd of woolly hogs being housed in the stables—and I would make you read penny dreadfuls every night before bed—and I am very bad at dancing.” “I agree to your terms,” Lucas says promptly, but I frown. “No terms, Lucas! If you—if you really want—I mean—” The breeze ruffles his hair. A lone bird chirrups from the stone fence. “No terms, and no bargains between us,” he agrees. “A heart freely given and freely received.”
