I am a queen” she observes. “It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.
All the queens of my acquaintance have children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve; and my queen has not one. I feel ill-used.” So he made up his mind to be cross with his wife about it. But she bore it all like a good patient queen as she was.
The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.
… only one man could have been responsible for their deaths: Richard III.
You never know what to expect on encountering royalty. I’ve seen ’em stark naked except for wings of peacock feathers (Empress of China), giggling drunk in the embrace of a wrestler (Maharani of the Punjab), voluptuously wrapped in wet silk (Queen of Madagascar), wafting to and fro on a swing (Rani of Jhansi), and tramping along looking like an out-of-work charwoman (our own gracious monarch).
Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.
I can’t make a first impression like the one I made on you. That would be horrible.
I am Damian, the king of Antion, and no one will ever take someone I love from me again and live.
Memories are nice, but dreams are better.