love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear
—George R.R.
The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.
In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman’s perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.
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