It wants desperately to be entertaining and, by golly, it is. Nevertheless, The Orphan Queen is a spirited book. And even readers who do not customarily indulge in YA will find the plot predictable. The Orphan Queen will seem familiar to any avid read of YA fantasy. But can she protect her people from the Indigo Kingdom and the wraith? Even if they do, however, the wraith, a toxic mist born of magic, is slowly wiping entire lands off the map. But they escaped and now they live as spies, determined to do whatever it takes to return home. She and the other noble children were taken to the capital of their conquerors. Dearest Westley-I've never called you that before, have I?-Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,-darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to win your love.' And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done she looked right into his eyes.Ten years ago, Wilhemina Korte, princess of Aecor, watched her parents die at the hands of the Indigo Kingdom. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you.
I know I cannot compete with the Countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey.
My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. There is no room in my body for anything but you.
I love you so much more now then when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. 'I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. The sun was rising behind her now she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter.' Buttercup still could not look at him. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. 'I know this must come as something of a surprise to you, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.
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