Talon tilted his head, smile fading to something thoughtful. "You're looking at it from your perspective. You think he's sacrificing freedom. But he doesn't see it that way."
She looked at him, confused.
"He's not giving up anything, Luna. He's gaining you. That's the prize to him. Not the crown. Not the palace. You. He's gonna love being groomed for the throne if you're beside him. Even if you drive him crazy. Especially if you drive him crazy."
She didn't answer. Couldn't. Her heart stuttered somewhere between guilt and awe, because she wasn't sure if she was worthy of someone choosing her that completely. Not when half of her heart still burned quietly, secretly—for another.
And still, her eyes drifted back to Kyllian—sweaty, laughing, beautiful—and she wondered, was it possible to fall in love with someone simply because they believed in you more than you believed in yourself?
