Noah, If We Were To Get Married,

I Know The Truth Now. You've Figured Out I'm Falling In Love With You And You're Trying To Make Me Stop By Hurting Me This Way. Well It Won't Work. One Way Or Another, I'm Going To Make You Care About Me. Yes, I Am, Unless Your Cold Attitude Kills Me First. It's Only Fair, Connor. If I'm Going To Be Miserable, By God, So Are You. I Am Not A Common Wench And I Will Not Be Treated Like One.

Iain Didn't Go Back To Sleep For A Long While. He Continued To Think About All The Logical Reasons He Would Never Allow Himself To Be Turned Into A Lovesick Weakling Like Patrick, And When He Finally Fell Asleep, He Had Convinced Himself That He Would Distance His Heart From His Mind. He Dreamed About Her.

Oh, There Was A Wedding All Right. Did I Mention That My Sister Didn't Show Up At The Church Either, Mr. Clayborne?

Never Be Ruled By Possessions, And Never, Ever Make Wealth More Important To You Than Your Self-respect And Your Dignity." - Lady Taylor

Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was Being Watched, Either. She Wouldn't Have Eaten The Leaf Otherwise, Or Reached For Another. “sir, Which One Is Princess Christina?” Andrew Asked Lyon, Just As Rhone Started In Choking On His Laughter. Rhone Has Obviously Been Watching Christina, Too. “sir?” “the Blond-headed One,” Lyon Muttered, Shaking His Head. He Watched In Growing Disbelief As Christina Daintily Popped Another Leaf Into Her Mouth. “which Blond-headed One?” Andrew Persisted. “the One Eating The Shrubs.