QUOTE : Where will you go?” I ask him. My hands fist the sheets, rumpling them. <br />He doesn’t answer. <br />“I ask too much,” I say. Of course he will not return to me. I am to marry another, and being the queen’s consort is beneath him. He would be under constant threat of discovery, and with little more status than one of my servants. Once he has fulfilled his vow, he has a barony in his future, land, riches, freedom to marry, to have children of his own. <br />“You ask so little,” he says. “But that is not the reason.” He takes my hand and presses it to his lips.