This Woven Kingdom Kamran Quotes

Was it worrisome that he felt nothing but pleasure to be held at her mercy?

What worlds he might be inspired to give up, he wondered, in the pursuit of knowing more of her mind.

Never before had he been so consumed by the thoughts of anyone.

Say you came back for me," he whispered. There was a thread of desire in his voice that threatened the good sense in her head, her very composure. "Tell me you came to find me. That you changed your mind." "How--how can you even say such things," she said, her hands beginning to tremble, "on an evening you are meant to choose another as your bride?" "I choose you," he said simply. "I want you.

Tell me your name," he whispered. Slowly, very slowly, Alizeh touched her fingers to his waist, anchored herself to his body. She heard his soft intake of breath. "Why?" she asked. He hesitated, briefly, before he said, "I begin to fear you've done me irreparable damage. I should like to know who to blame.

He realized, with some despair, that everything would now remind him of her. The very sun and moon, the shifting of lightness and dark.

I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again

I fear you might regret saying that,” he said, even as he almost smiled. “Be warned, Kamran. The terms of our agreement are nonnegotiable. Lift a finger against her prematurely and I won’t hesitate to kill you myself.

You have consumed my thoughts since the moment I met you," he said to her. "I feel now, in your presence, entirely strange. I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.

Tell me your name," he whispered. Slowly, very slowly, Alizeh touched her fingers to his waist, anchored herself to his body. She heard his soft intake of breath. "Why?" she asked. He hesitated, briefly, before he said, "I begin to fear you've done me irreparable damage. I should like to know who to blame.

I haven't the slightest idea what we're doing," he said softly. "Though if you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.

Will you not give me hope?" he whispered. "Tell me I will see you again. Ask me to wait for you.

I choose you," he said simply. "I want youj.

Maybe he’s dying?” suggested Omid. “I’m never that lucky,” said Kamran.

There exists no bridge between our lives; no path that connects our worlds." "How can that matter? Is this not one day to be my empire, to rule as I see fit? I will build a bridge. I can clear a path.

Not everyone takes themselves as seriously as you do, sire. They have neither the energy nor the interest.” “Are you implying that I’m vain?” “I’m not implying it, Kamran. I’m delivering the statement to you directly.

Alizeh was no longer smiling. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might bruise. "What shall I say, then?" "Your name. I want to hear it from your lips." She took a breath. Released it slowly. "My name," she said, "is Alizeh. I am Alizeh of Saam, the daughter of Siavosh and Kiana. Though you may know me better as the lost queen of Arya." He stiffened at that, went silent. Finally he moved, one hand capturing her face, his thumb grazing her cheek in a fleeting moment, there and gone again. His voice was a whisper when he said, "Do you wish to know my name, too, Your Majesty?" "Kamran," she said softly, "I already know who you are." She was unprepared when he kissed her, for the darkness had denied her a warning before their lips met, before he claimed her mouth with a need that stole from her an anguished sound, a faint cry that shocked her.

He'd forgotten how beautiful she was. This revelation was astonishing to him, for he'd spent more time than he cared to admit thinking about the girl, conjuring her face when he closed his eyes at night. He did not think of himself capable of forgetting anything about her, and yet he must have, for he was struck stupid anew, drawing near her now like a hungry flame to tinder.

She did not feel for Kamran what she felt for Cyrus.

I did not dally with her –” “You speak of killing her!” “I would’ve married her,” Kamran cried. Hazan stiffened at that, his features frozen in a strange shock. “You lie.

It made him think of Alizeh. It was impossible not to think of her then, to be reminded of the linchpin of the tragic story that had become his life. Alizeh, who'd awoken in him emotion he'd never before experienced, who'd opened his eyes to a kind of glorious madness he hadn't even know was possible--and then, with a tender smile, so delicately snapped in half his entire world.

Farewell," she whispered. "Our time together has come to an end. We will never meet again. Our worlds will never again collide. "Don't say that," he said, suddenly serious. His hand moved to her wait, traveled up the curve of her rib cage. "Say anything but that." Alizeh was no longer smiling, Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might bruise. "What shall I say, then?" "Your name. I want to hear it from your lips.

Omid, don’t forget to use the bathroom before we go!” “Yes, all right,” he said, scowling. “You don’t need to keep reminding me to use the bathroom.” “You say that now,” countered Kamran. “But we all know you need to be reminded or else you inconvenience everyone at the worst possible hour—” “Only the one time!

Mostly farmland and small villages—located at the base of the Arya mountains.” “It’s not far from my childhood home,” said Alizeh. “Fascinating,” said Kamran, whose jaw tightened as he, too, turned to look at Hazan. “And it’s not far from the safe house my mother recently secured for me, either. I take it that wasn’t a coincidence.” Hazan gave him a wry smile. “We’ve had a military outpost in Gomol for many years,” he said to the prince. “When you gave me a single day to build you a militia and purchase a sanctuary in the countryside, naturally I sought to further my own interests while securing yours.” “You bastard,” said Kamran, but softly, as if it were a compliment. “You spent my gold on your own people.” “I gave them your weapons, too,” said Hazan.

I would’ve married her,” Kamran cried. Hazan stiffened at that, his features frozen in a strange shock. “You lie.” Kamran laughed, laughed like he’d lost all reason. “I only wish I were. I wish I felt nothing for her. I wish I could rip this useless organ out of my chest for all the trouble it’s caused me. I was so deluded—so disgustingly besotted—I even named her as a possible bride to my grandfather. I had the gall to propose as my queen the young woman prophesied to be his downfall, and he nearly chopped off my head in response. “I’d asked her to give me hope, Hazan. I asked her to wait for me. It was she who didn’t want me, who didn’t want to be with me. I never trifled with her. If she’d given me even a little encouragement I would’ve laid down my life for her—happily, I would’ve made her my queen, I—

Kamran stared perhaps too long at the discolored mark, the faint impression of a hand it formed. He wondered then that he hadn’t recognized it right away, that he’d so easily dismissed it as an indiscriminate shadow. The longer he stared at it now the harder his heart moved in his chest, the faster heat flooded his veins. He experienced a sudden, alarming desire to commit murder.

Hazan prevaricated. “Now that your people know you are home, I expect he will ask you to do your duty.” “Which is?” “To host a ball.” “Indeed.” Kamran’s jaw clenched. “I’m certain I would rather set myself on fire. If that is all?

Turn around,” she said. “I must finish dressing.” It took him a moment to process the request. Not only had his mind been upended, but Kamran had never been ordered around by anyone but the king. He felt as if someone had shoved him bodily into a tragic inverse of his real life—and what surprised him most was that he did not dislike it.

The true wonder was how she’d done it. Without lifting a finger—without even raising her voice— She’d simply stood tall, and his world had collapsed. She spoke, and the Diviners had been slaughtered; she spun, and his grandfather had been murdered; she laughed, and his body had been disfigured; she breathed, and his mother had vanished; she sighed, and his aunt no longer spoke to him; she left, and his own people had turned on him. Kamran could not even hear her name without taking it like a shot to the chest.

Kamran had been a spoiled child. He’d taken his life for granted; he saw that now. But never again would he be a child, and never again would he be cosseted. He’d been forced, unfinished, into this blistering kiln of change, and it had vulcanized him; it would continue to transform him. He could learn from his mistakes. He could adapt as the situation demanded. And he did not want to lose his crown.

Kamran had clamped a hand over his assailant’s fist, her fingers clenched around the hilt of a ruby dagger, which she held happily at his throat. “I tire of this game, Mother.” She twisted out of reach and laughed, her dark eyes gleaming. “Oh, darling, I never do.