"I didn't say that you aren't the Queen, but you're more than just a Queen, Rosalyn."
Her mind was coming to a blank—she had seen the personification of time, knew of stories of old and had seen many things that might have been unbelievable to common sense, but what had come out from the King of Hearts' mouth was by far the strangest and uncomfortable thing she had encountered.
Excluding her own death she could suppose.
A disbelieving smile crossed on her lips. If she was not a Queen then what else would she be? The hand outstretched out to her was tempting and the gaze on the man's eyes was hopeful, soulful and even promising. Rosalyn Lockhart had told him to prove himself, but she did not expect him to suddenly just shift the paradigm in her mind.
More than just a Queen.
Ordinary people.
Someone like anybody else in the Kingdom.
