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“I love you and we don’t need the other world to keep that.”

He glanced at the small window in the door to see if the guard was watching, then leaned over quickly and pressed their foreheads together.

“It’s just true,” he said. “It always has been. In this world and the next. They could take everything away and leave us with nothing, and I would still love you.”
― K. Ancrum, The Wicker King

“Is anything 'just' anything? After all these months? Even dressed in my colors? Even with your favor at my feet? Even as the sky falls and the only thing I can hear besides your voice is the screams of the dying and the thundering of horses?”
― K. Ancrum, The Wicker King

“I remember the attic of your house. The way the sun shone gold through the slats in the windows. The dust on the floor and the crowns we wore. I remember your throne, the Wicker Throne, and mine, the Wooden Throne. I remember sitting on them, hands clasped between us. You were always the better king.”
― K. Ancrum, The Wicker King