" I kissed his cheek. "My King." I swooped into the courtly curtsy he'd taught me as a girl, regally kicking an imaginary train aside as I turned to go. He was laughing silently as I left. For a moment I saw that spark again. I did not say goodbye. "

― Sandra Gulland , The Many Lives & Secret Sorrows of Josephine B. (Josephine Bonaparte, #1)