“Hush, lovely,” he says gently. “Hush.” “I don’t know why I’m crying,” I say, weeping. “You’re just a cryer.” “Is this going to happen every time?” “Maybe?” he says, and that doesn’t help stop the tears. “Enough of that,” says the king, and there’s a slightly amused note to his voice. “Your tears are an honor. Because you, Princess, are exquisite.”
