Sofi

"- Egyelőre semmit sem mondhatok neked - állt fel Ambrózy báró, levéve kalapját Ferenc József császár mellszobráról, melyre érkezésekor dobta azt."

Rádobta... Rádobta a szobrára. És ezt csak így mellékesen leírják. Annyira imádom ezt a sorozatot. És a bárót.

"Your Highness." The fear faded away. Now he looked only tired. "Why are you torturing me like this?"

She drew back. "Torturing you?"

"Every time I'm away from you - when I'm off duty, taking care of my baby girl, my thoughts are solid. I know myself. I know my heart. I know that my wife is dead, but she gave me a beautiful gift before she left, and I'm thankful for that."

[...]

"But when you're near," he continued [...]. "... my thoughts get all messed up again. You look like Soltice, and I get confused. My heart pounds so fast around you, but not in a happy way or a loving way. It's as though my body belongs to someone else and I can't keep my hand off you, even though I know how wrong it is. [...]"

[...]

"But you're the one doing this to me."

She froze.

"Aren't you?" he whispered. "This is all a manipulation. A trick played on the poor, weak-minded guard."

Levana shook her head and scrambled closer to him, pulling his hands into hers. "I don't think of you like that at all."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you! And you love me, but you're too honorable to-"