Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations

Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?

The chains had fallen from her leg, but not from her mind.

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

The nonchalance irritated her more because it was not assumed.