Heir of Fire

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”

“She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”

“He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.”

“When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...”

“He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do,...”