They say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs, on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the cold peak winds. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
"Stop it," she said. "Stop being like that." His smile widened. “Like what?” "If you’re angry, just say it. Don’t act like nothing ever touches you. It’s like you never feel anything at all.”