the last of the fae flowers dying reminded me what we're truly here for. This isn’t about whether or not I can stand the sight of the mate the Fates have chosen for me. This is about my kingdom and my people. This is about who will make the best ruler, and I don’t need to look around the room at the wanton waste of our very finite resources to know that I’m a better choice than my uncle.
Oh a redeeming point for Soren
