"Why don't you ever command your subjects?" Declan asks.
He's already lost. His defenses are gone. He's helpless, tumbled onto Gansey's bed and gazing up at him, with Gansey's hand on his jaw like a blessing.
"All your adoring followers caught up in your gravity," he goes on, careful not to include himself in the phrasing. "Enrapt by your kingliness, and yet you never take up that authority."
Declan's brows furl, the last walls in his defense, the last feigned skepticism to protect his heart. "Don't you understand that command is a gift? Anything you tell them"--me--"to do, it frees them of the responsibility for it."
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He's already lost. His defenses are gone. He's helpless, tumbled onto Gansey's bed and gazing up at him, with Gansey's hand on his jaw like a blessing.
"All your adoring followers caught up in your gravity," he goes on, careful not to include himself in the phrasing. "Enrapt by your kingliness, and yet you never take up that authority."
Declan's brows furl, the last walls in his defense, the last feigned skepticism to protect his heart. "Don't you understand that command is a gift? Anything you tell them"--me--"to do, it frees them of the responsibility for it."