We are what we are, Nial, neither as good or as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesn’t change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her.”Niall turned his gaze to Irial. “What would you do?””Blind myself, if you were foolish enough to use those words.

If a man whistles at you, don’t turn around. You are a lady not a dog.

Niall: We’re tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

If he took her into his arms, he would keep her. He wouldn’t let her suffer the way the other mortals had when he’d left them. He would keep her, with his court’s permission or...