“The prince will expect you to yield both your body and your mind. If you cannot give him both, there is no point in training you at all.” “Maybe I don’t want to yield my mind. Why should I?” Caspen didn’t answer. Tem propped herself up so their faces were an inch apart. “Why shouldn’t he yield?” she insisted. “Because he is the prince.” “So he can do whatever he wants?” “The royals make their own rules.” “That’s not fair.” “No. It is not.”
