CC 🍁₊˚ (Kimi Antonelli's version) [semi-active]

“Next time I checked on him, he’d got over the fever on his own and was a good deal more humble.” Conner looked at me again. “He doesn’t look so humble now.” “I got over that too,” I said.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The False Prince

“She wouldn’t push him away. She would hold on to him, for as long as she could, for as long as he’d let her. Because she was in—”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“If I had to do it all over again, I would not have chosen this life. Then again, I’m not sure I ever had a choice.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The False Prince

“Why didn’t you tell me your brother looked like that?” Caldon asked quietly, bringing up the rear of the group with Kiva. “Like what?” she murmured distractedly. “What do you mean, ‘like what’?” Caldon said, exasperated. “Like that.” He waved a hand toward Tor’s strong back. “He’s delicious.” That was enough to shock Kiva from her fears, and she whipped her head toward the prince. “I thought you were into girls?” Caldon pulled a face. “Firstly,” he said, “women. I’m into women—not girls. There’s a difference.” Kiva raised her hands in apology. “All right, sorry.” “And secondly,” Caldon said with strained patience, “I’m attracted to who I’m attracted to. And right now, there is nothing about that”—he dipped his chin toward Torell—“that isn’t attractive.” Somewhat woefully, he added, “I can’t believe you kept him a secret.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage