It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.

We know you're strong, but accepting help is its own kind of strength.

I smiled to myself, thinking of America, measuring her against the other girls. She was pretty, if a bit rough on the edges. It was an uncommon type of beauty, and I could tell she wasn't aware of it.

I feel that no good leader can let the masses go unfed

By birth you have been blessed, and it is time to acknowledge that blessing.

I never thought to question the lack of truth until it had been placed in front of me. Why did the king just let us guess?