A perfect match… or is it?įrom the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Selection series comes The Betrothed, a glittering royal romance sure to captivate her legion of loyal readers and lovers of courtly intrigue alike. I never wanted to hurt You.A would-be queen. I feel for you what a mother feels for her daughter.
You come to Me even when you are not called. There’s been a detachment, a deliberate isolation between them and Me., But you? You come to Me with a sweetness, an attempt to understand. Considering her timelessness and my temporariness, I practically was a newborn in Her eyes., Throughout My many, many years and all the sirens I’ve carried in My hands, none of them has considered Me as you do. Why me? Why do I have Your favor more so than the others?, She was so tender with me, lifting me up from the sand as if She were cradling a baby. You must know by now how dear you are to Me. And not only would I not delight in your death, I would mourn it. What?, There is no joy for Me in punishing you or in taking lives. , There was a long silence, and I could sense Her softening, that strange affection She shared with me above the others., Do you think I rejoice in death?, I raised my head. “ I know the consequences of what I’ve done. I think I’ve discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side.,, I love you, America.,, Yours forever,, Maxon” Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.,, You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.,, You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. I know now, with absolute certainty, that is nothing I want.,, I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. I’m not sure how long it would have taken for me to figure this out if I hadn’t had to start trying to imagine a life without you. I was afraid to admit it for a long time, but I know it now.,, I would never rejoice in the loss of your father, the sadness you’ve felt since he passed, or the emptiness I’ve experienced since you left.
So I’ve held on to all my options, fearing that the moment I wipe them away, you will be standing there with your arms closed, happy to be my friend but unable to be my equal, my queen, my wife.,, And for you to be my wife is all I want in the world.
No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.,, I keep thinking that it’s there, waiting to come back and strike me. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I need you.,, I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. “December 27, 11:00 p.m.,, My Dear America,, I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now.,, The simple thing would be to say that I love you.
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