Naime had never heard the word made reverence, into a state of being, into the warmest, truest expression of feeling. It had never meant anything. You are beautiful. They said. What a beautiful princess. How fortunate she is beautiful. A word that described nothing of who she was or what she wanted, how she worked to be everything she needed to be. But in his voice, shaped by night and peace, it became everything she knew he saw in her.
