Maybe the problem is that a woman doesn’t need to be conquered, Your Majesty. Maybe she needs to be won.

It was all about money. Dirty, bloody money. It can come and go so easily. They don't see that life is what's important. Love, friendship, trust, respect, a daily routine, someone to grow old with, siblings to cherish, family, a home; things people don't give a damn about until they lose them, things money can't bring back.

She can be seen as a falling star that has been captured by the sky and put in its rightful place.

I don't need to be liked because I'm rich. There's more to me than just my bloodied damn money.

That night as they slept in each other's arms neither Alistair nor Sophia had any nightmares.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.