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“Insane", he says simply. "Hopeless. The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son his a devil and should not.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Red Queen

“I don't know how much we will rise," I say stoutly. "And I have no fear of falling.
He looks at me. "You are ambitious to rise?"
"We are all on fortune's wheel," I say. "Without a doubt we will rise. We may fall. But still I have no fear of it.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Lady of the Rivers

“I can’t sleep,â€� he says so quietly that only I can hear. “I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.â€�
“Nor I.�
“You neither?�
“N´Ç.â€�
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He sighs a deep sigh, as if he is relieved. “Is this love then?�
“I suppose so.�
“I can’t eat.�
“N´Ç.â€�
“I can’t think of anything but you. I can’t go on another moment like this; I can’t ride out into battle like this. I am as foolish as a boy. I am mad for you, like a boy. I cannot be without you; I will not be
without you. Whatever it costs me.�
I can feel my color rising like heat in my cheeks, and for the first time in days I can feel myself smile. “I can’t think of anything but you,� I whisper. “Nothing. I thought I was sick.�
The ring like a crown is heavy in my pocket, my headdress is pulling at my hair; but I stand without awareness, seeing nothing but him, feeling nothing but his warm breath on my cheek and scenting
the smell of his horse, the leather of his saddle, and the smell of him: spices, rosewater, sweat.
“I am mad for you,� he says.
I feel my smile turn up my lips as I look into his face at last. “And I for you,â€� I say quietly. “Truly.”
― Philippa Gregory

“I am a queen" she observes. "It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Lady of the Rivers

“They are a couple in love, and anyone but a fool would see it is simply that, nothing more- and certainly nothing less.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Red Queen