And when he broke, it was a miracle he managed to find all the pieces of himself again.

Watching the abuse and worry he dealt with firsthand made me see how time and fear could shape a person into someone who is, by most accounts, evil.

He was composed, polite, and intelligent. All the things a prince should be.

His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center.

Luck was fine and well, but I didn't need it. I had a plan.

Love only yourself a little bit longer, until you can't stand not to love someone else.