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“Your Highness, I told you many times...one cannot be protected from their fate,�� Pathil observed in a calm tone. “She would not remember, if she did not belong with him.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion

“You asked me about love…��

His gaze softened to the point where it was painful to look into his eyes. “Little one…��

“It was not until you returned into my life that I grasped the true meaning of the word,�� she confided, unable to ignore the deep yearning for his closeness and affection any longer. “Love is not a choice and definitely not something one can control. My love for you is like an unstoppable, wild storm. It might end up destroying me from within, but it will not change the fact you have always been my destiny.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion

“Little one, I am a man with very specific preferences, and you happen to meet all of them. Why would I go looking for something I already have?��

“If that is true, it only deepens my confusion,�� she admitted, clasping her hands together to ward off the approaching sense of nervousness. “Why me? What do I have that other women lack?��

The reigh’s gaze went distant, and he grinned. “An extraordinary gift to grate on my nerves, but never quite make me go berserk.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion

“Why would Maurel humble himself in front of Ismene to such an extent?�� she heard herself ask in bafflement.

The priest approached her, the sounds of his footsteps echoing around the hollow space as he offered a clarification. “Because she was his most valuable possession, and that made her even more powerful than him.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion