One Dark Throne (Three Dark Crowns, #2)

by Kendare Blake

Perhaps that is how all men love. More with their eyes than with their hearts.

“Why would she when I didn’t? It wasn’t like I read in books. A thunderclap. Eyes meeting. Tortured glances. With Arsinoe it was more like . . . having cold water poured down your back and learning to enjoy it.”

“Queen Arsinoe!” someone shouts as she crosses the docks toward the hill road. “Where is your bear?” “Well, he’s not in my pocket,” she snaps without pausing. “So he must be in the woods.”