These Infinite Threads (This Woven Kingdom, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

“You misunderstand me,” Kamran said sharply, “if you think I ever—” “I should call you out right now, you arrogant bastard, for treating her so poorly—that you’d ever dally with her and discard her—” “I did not dally with her—” “You speak of killing her!” “I would’ve married her,” Kamran cried. Hazan stiffened at that, his features frozen in a strange shock. “You lie.” Kamran laughed, laughed like he’d lost all reason. “I only wish I were. I wish I felt nothing for her. I wish I could rip this useless organ out of my chest for all the trouble it’s caused me. I was so deluded—so disgustingly besotted—I even named her as a possible bride to my grandfather. I had the gall to propose as my queen the young woman prophesied to be his downfall, and he nearly chopped off my head in response. “I’d asked her to give me hope, Hazan. I asked her to wait for me. It was she who didn’t want me, who didn’t want to be with me. I never trifled with her. If she’d given me even a little encouragement I would’ve laid down my life for her—happily, I would’ve made her my queen, I—”