"I think he is providing a foil for you, My Queen, and waiting for you to make your move."
"I made it already," said Attolia. "On my wedding night. You have heard no doubt the events of our wedding night?"
Relius looked away. “He said that you … cried,” he said softly.
"But not that he cried as well," said the queen, amused at the memory. "We were very lachrymose."
"Is that what he told Dite in the garden?" Relius asked, fitting puzzle piece to puzzle piece.
"I think so. I haven’t asked either of them outright. Would you like to hear more romance of the evening? He told me that the Guard should be reduced by half, and I threw an ink jar at his head."
"Is that when he cried?"
"He ducked," said Attolia dryly.
Grown more confident of the queen’s humor, Relius said, “I had not pictured you for a fishwife.”
"Lo, the transforming power of love.""
— Megan Whalen Turner’s The King of Attolia (via we-live-in-marvelous-times)