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Oh my god I’m emotional Una is making a legend of herself just on her own. Just her own kindness. She never needed Vivian.

“Now she wanted what any king wanted: to stay king, no matter the cost. And it would be you who paid it, who would never stop paying it. Because you loved me, and in loving me, you would never be free.

I saw everything we could make of love: chains, debts, cages, circles. And I saw everything it could make of us: tragedies, traitors, madmen, cowards.”

AAAAH I CALLED IT I KNew when it landed towards the pool of Ancel’s blood that’s all it would take. HES NOT DEAD YET!

“This, I thought, was the reason Vivian needed the book so badly. Because no throne is held easily, or for long: because a nation is a story we tell about ourselves, and stories change, if you let them. Because where there is power, someone will oppose it.”

“I thought, despairingly, that love didn’t make cowards of us, after all; it made heroes, and heroes usually didn’t survive.”

“I had no grand destiny or secret purpose. I was a mere byproduct of war, one of tens of thousands of orphans left by centuries of wars and crusades… but I had lived, because my other loved me enough to take a bullet to the spine, and my father had loved me enough to put a bullet in his own leg… what remained were those trivial moments.. my father’s hand in my hair.. your eyes on mine at the very end.”

“That’s not history — that’s a story, designed to teach us who to hate and who to obey, what god to worship and what flag to fight for and what colour eyes are the most beautiful. It’s a story that made a continent into a kingdom into an empire, that put a woman on the throne — more than once, I suspected — and was about to do so again.”

What if Vivian Rolfe is all those queens

Oh shit oh shit everyone’s picking up on it — Vivian Rolfe, you’re gonna get got

“You know that history is mostly happenstance. Accidents piled on top of mistakes, a series of dice rolled in dim rooms by careless hands. It is not a lesson, until we learn it. It is not a story, until we tell it. And every story serves someone.”

Wait. If Owen is starting to remember all the iterations, how many other people remember them?