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210 pages, Hardcover
First published July 8, 2013
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Maris felt his throat tighten. “I stopped fighting for myself a long time ago. But as much as I despise killing, I hate losing someone I love a lot more. How, with all my training and skills, can I stand back and let the ones I love most risk or lose their lives and do nothing for them?”
“I won’t hurt you, Mari. My heart is scarred and in pieces, too. I don’t trust lightly, but I want to trust you.”
“I will be here. Waiting.”

“Are you calm now?”
Ture rolled his eyes. “Yes, my sanity just arrived.”
Now that Ture had found one, he wanted to hold on to it for awhile. But even as that thought went through him, he knew the truth.
Love never lasted. People betrayed. And lovers inevitably disappointed each other.
What if they didn’t?
Ture tried to squelch that treacherous thought. He didn’t want to have hope. Hope had never been kind to him.
Ever.
Maris nodded as Darling left. Hauk came in a second later.
“What are you doing here?”
Hauk grinned. “Sitting on you while you panic. Making sure you don’t do something stupid. Are you planning to be stupid?”
“I try to avoid it.”
“Good for you. I don’t. Rather I embrace my natural stupidity with both arms.”
And she said to me that all little girls, regardless of what they say, dream of a prince to come in and sweep them off their feet and save the day. But what no one ever mentions is that all little boys dream of a princess to do the same thing for them. But the problem with princes and princesses is that they’re spoiled and self-absorbed. They act in their own best interest. They don’t go after their loved ones to rescue them so much as they do it for their own vainglory, and to serve themselves. While she’d had many princes try for her hand, it was a king who had claimed her heart. Unlike princes, kings take responsibility. They think of others instead of themselves and they will risk everything, even their very lives, for those they love. It is never about them, but rather about the ones they cherish most. They love to such depth that they would sacrifice all just to see their family smile. For every thousand princes, there is only one king. And such rare men do not deserve a useless princess who sits on her duff and orders others to worship her and do her bidding. Kings deserve queens— rare women who never flinch to do whatever it takes to keep their king safe. Women who have the courage to face any attacker and to rally to whatever challenge life throws at them.



