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When you're a teenager, being different- if it's not by choice - seems like the worst thing imaginable. But is it really?

If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.

A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.

And Giselle just saw the Cordellan heir give away pieces of Winter.
Theron had no right to do this.

The question tumbles out of my mouth like a smooth stone in a stream, its edges worn clean by how often I roll it around in my head.

Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.

Every moment we have is one more moment that can't be taken from us.

It doesn't matter what I would do with magic, because leaders are valued for the wrong things.

How quickly the mighty fall.

No apologies. No matter what happens, I will never, not in a thousand tragic outcomes, ever regret loving you.

All those practice fights when it was just us, two children pretending to be soldiers. Or two soldiers pretending to be children.

That's not fair, throwing out compliments like that. Do you know how dangerous those things can be?

Someday we'll be more then words in the dark

That, I think, i a truer mark of belonging somewhere - being willing to do anything, everything, that needs to be done, regardless of what I want.

You're impossible," I growl, and rip open the book. Theron laughs and scoots a little closer to me. "Impossible, endearing. Synonyms, really.

You'll only regret the time it took you to make the decision.

In the face of all that has happened, it feels good, really good, to just breathe for a moment.

That's what I'm fighting for.
Possibility.

Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen," he says in response.

I'm not just me anymore. I'm a whole kingdom, and I can't make mistakes.

We'll handle the future one thing at a time.

It's a weapon we have, and we need all the weapons we can get

What defines us is not our ability to never let them break us-what defines us is not letting them own us.

You are not what you've done. Who you are right now, this moment, is who you choose to be.

Knowing is a worldwide pursuit.

It feels so wrong and yet so wonderful, how much I need to smile at him. Something

slam onto the dusty prairie with a back-popping thud, my blade flying from my hands and vanishing into the thigh-high grass nearby.

No matter what happens, no matter who turns on me, no matter what pompous swine thinks he has power over me, I am still me. I will always be me.

I wanted to be a soldier. Someone who would earn standing in Winter. Someone Sir would look at with pride. Someone Mather would look at and -

Just because it wouldn't cure everything doesn't mean it wouldn't make things better than they are.

I close my eyes, back straight, face impassive. When I look, I will see someone capable and composed, a warrior and a leader all in one.

Fear is a seed that, once planted, never stops growing.

Readiness is a type of choice, being prepared and accepting of things to come...

Angra wanted to break me.
But he only made me unbreakable.

He leaves. Just like that. No final good-bye, no last, lingering glance.
Like we never loved each other at all.

I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others.

There will always remain differences that can't be glossed over with smooth words.

I may be alone, the stone may not be magic, but I am not weak.

I want to be someone worthy of my kingdom. I want to be someone worthy of /you/.

Death has a way of finding those who welcome it.

Soon he'll know the blizzard started with me.

Flags snap in the breeze above us, banners with a lavender stalk in front of a golden maple leaf on a green background.

But that was war did. It made people realize the importance of stupid things.

He didn't want to fight for her. He wanted her to want him, and she didn't.

In a burst of movement I'm up the crates, scaling the wall, and rolling onto the tiles of the roof next to me, a handful of stories in the air.

Like he sees me, truly sees me, no matter how I am... Like he sees all the sacrifices he's made and doesn't regret a single one.

The world is changing. We cannot deal with the problem as we have in the past, or we will always end up where we started.

Someday, we will be more than just words in the dark.

Lifetimes have changed in what feels like a heartbeat.

You matter" is all he says.

We need to face what we are. All of what we are, especially the parts that hurt.

Use id not a right, Queen Meira --it is a privilege.

Whoever designed this city built it to complement the setting sun as perfectly as the stars complement the night.

Like he's staring at me because he wants to, not because he's questioning himself.

LIke we had never loved each other at all.

The most powerful magic of all is choice.

Loving her was easy, a skill he had picked up methodically until one day he did it without thought.

Everything really is about choice, even beyond the magic's rules.

Mather lifts a white eyebrow. "You don't have to actually yell, if you don't want to. Slightly elevated whispering would be fine.

I want to be someone worthy of you.

I just like imagining the possibilities. That's part of freedom too --getting to dream, and knowing it could happen if I want it to.

I'm at the center of this, a weird possessive feud between the Winter king and the Cordellan prince.

Leaders are valued for the wring things.

I don't need made-up strength. I'm strong enough on my own - me, Meira, no magic or conduit or anything.

And I had one of the guards tend to this." Mona lifts my chakram. "It's sharpened." Mona is my favorite.

They make decisions; they mold your future. The trick is to find a way to still be you through it all.

I miss him. So much my chest aches, and I can't believe the ache hasn't killed me yet.

This was the difference between a free kingdom and slavery, happiness and misery, life and death.

It is amazing what you can hide when no one knows what to look for.

I refuse to let him go, not like this, not while I will always, always need him.

I'm asking you to love me and let me... die.

I wanted a life of my own, a life where I could feel myself being a part of Winter. And that, to me, came though fighting for it.

I was right --skirts are inventions meant to make running harder.

A blade is a blade. Blood can be drawn all the same.

Someday we will be more than words in the dark.

Silence is infinitely easier than talking.

Actions are always far easier than words.

Feeling like you're enough has nothing to do with actually being enough --you choose whether or not you are.

Even the smallest of groups could inflict damage.

All I ever wanted was for you to look at me.

He is an anchor too. Something to hold on to when all other things drag me down.

You've always been /everything/ to me. I didn't know how to handle how much I needed you growing up---snow, I still don't, all right?

So tired of Noam and Herod and Sir and Angra and all these arrogant, puppet-master men who hold all the strings and refuse to give them up.

Summer Kingdom farthest west, Autumn next, then Winter, and finally the Spring Kingdom on the Destas Sea.

Sometimes placing our belief in something bigger than ourselves helps us get to a point where we can be enough on our own, magic or no magic.

No one should be forced to be something they aren't.