cute little animals. I’m so impressed.” His lips twitch. “I’m pleased to hear you like them so much. I’ll have the gardeners shape another just for you. Perhaps a gun? Or are you more of a hand grenade lady?” “How about you simply uproot the hedge you plan on shaping and watch it slowly die? That would be a more accurate representation of me and my people.” The king sighs. “You do not know the first thing about power.” “And you don’t know the first thing about compassion,”
