“And you should not have said I thought of you as a joke, or of your situation that way,” she said. “All I want is to help you. To repair this.” “To repair death?” he said softly. “Lucie. You were wrong in what you said—but only when you claimed you are not like Princess Lucinda. Not brave or resourceful or clever. You are a thousand times those things. You are better than any imagined heroine. You are my heroine.”
