You are a person to me. You can be a person with me.[King George: I’ve always been this. An exhibit instead of a person.]
Love is not a thing one is able or not able to do based on some magic. Some chemistry. That is for plays. Love is determination. Love is a choice one makes. You take someone in marriage, and you choose to love them. You do not give yourself any other option. Because marriage is difficult. Full of pains. And the life of a royal is lonely. So you grab someone, and you hang on. You love, and you love hard because if you do not, you are lost.[to Edward]
We are women. And the men who hold our fates hardly conceive we have desires, dreams of our own. If we are ever to live the lives we want, we have to make them conceive it. Our bravery. Our force of will will be their proof.[to Charlotte]
There is something about the heavens. In this world we live in, where I’m given so much power and attention, it is good to remember I’m a bit of dust. I’m a small dot in the universe. It keeps one humble. Being king is a hazard.
Patience is not always a virtue. The passage of time does not always reap benefits, and perhaps good things do not always come to those who wait. However, there are some very special joys well worth waiting for.
One can find gardens in bloom in the most interesting of places. Discoveries are everywhere. Mother Nature is sharing her secrets.
Marriage offers so much. Companionship. Tradition. Family. Warmth. And if they take the time to become close, well, a match does not have to start out as love. It can grow. Love can bloom from the thorniest of gardens, can it not?
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Is that all a king is? A royal stud-horse trotted out for the chosen mare? Or can a king rule in his own way through practical scientific study? Agricultural improvement? Tell me, what would the people prefer? A royal baby or cheap bread?