The Heir (The Selection, #4)

by Kiera Cass

“But other women aren’t expected to produce an heir.”

couldn’t help but think I’d missed something, that there was a gaping hole in the net I’d set up to catch myself. But there was nothing I could do. I’d just thrown myself off the ledge.

I watched him go and told myself that the only reason I was smiling like that was because the cameras were hidden somewhere, not because of anything Kile Woodwork had done.

Love did nothing but break down defenses, and I could not afford that.

“I’m not sure anyone knows what they’re looking for until they find it.”

“And this might also sound trivial, but I don’t think you’d make attractive children.”

Ahren looked at Camille like she hung the sun in the sky every morning. It was beautiful, the way he watched her, enchanted by every breath that came out of her mouth.

There were no cameras around to capture it, no reporters to tell the world about it. And for some reason, that made it so much better.

important, you can be queen and still be a bride.