"You're counting wrong," he said. "You're counting his beats. The dead king's beats. The court's beats. What does your heart sound like?"
As they left, she turned to the frozen courtiers and smiled. Albela Sajan
"I'm not the Ice Queen anymore," she said. "I'm his Albela Sajan ." "You're counting wrong," he said
She didn't listen. She avoided the courtyard where he slept. She covered her ears when his voice drifted through the kitchen windows. She told herself she hated chaos. "You're counting wrong
His voice was raw, like a sandstorm scraping against marble. He didn’t sing of devotion or war. He sang of a woman who walked like a river and a man who loved her like a fool.