Donovan strode toward the queen. "We could have been married, had children, been happy. And you took it all away!"
"You took it away," said the queen. "No matter what my daughter believes about love, I know the truth of it. Every time you slept with another, you would kill that love just a little ... until there was nothing but bitterness."
"Do you speak of her?" asked Donovan. "Or yourself?"
"Irrelevant." She looked at him, her own blue eyes glittering like ice. "Do you think if Neella forgave you one transgression, you would've stopped? How can your love be true if you so easily slip between another woman's thighs? You should think only of Neella. Love only her. If you cannot, you deserve your fate. It was a mercy what I did to you."
"But not to her," said Donovan.
