- Don't go - he begged, still half asleep. - I have to take a shower. I smell like a forest fire. - You smell like wildflowers. As always. What can I say to make you stay? - His words became a sleepy murmur as he fell asleep again.
Tell me it's more than war and worry that makes you speak these words. Tell me what they would mean if you were not a king and I were not a soldier. (...)
She brushed the hair away from his face and kissed his forehead.
- I'd stay forever if I could - she whispered. He wouldn't remember anyway.