Nyx

“Would you forswear a promise for me?" He is smiling to me as though he is teasing.
"What promise?" He sweeps me around him, my leather slippers pirouetting over the packed earth. In the distance, a piper begins to play.
"Any promise," he says lightly, although it is no light thing he is asking.
"I guess it depends," I say, because the real answer, a flat no, isn't what anyone wants to hear.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince