Sovereigns who cannot conceive of an alternative to sovereignty and masters of all they survey. But somehow the crowns and the crests of nobility erode away and all that's left are scared little people chasing after the costumery of royalty, begging for something to kneel to. She nodded solemnly. I will not kneel. Just the words, no special emphasis.
Nobility triumphs when it fearlessly faces tragedy.
It's the interplay of light and shadow. She shrugged and that was answer enough. One day when the fall had come to pay a call upon the olive trees Anastasia climbed to the top of the wall to tell me she was moving away. I bit my lower lip and blinked very fast, surprised at myself. I smiled a tight little smile, a smile for keeping things in.