My stomach is rather content, now that I think about it. 'Tis my mind that is starving.
You wouldn't how boring of a job it is, tasting food to make sure it isn't poisoned.
Now if only I could spread the love between you two like I can spread this butter.
You are drunk,” Andria breathes. The prince raises his head high. “I am enlightened.
I’m just a girl, Mom.” “You are a , Andria. You are wise. You are gentle. You are bold. You are both a guiding light and a source of raging fire. That is what women are. How is our kingdom supposed to understand that, before you do?
If there is one thing I refuse to do, it is to drown.