I told them you hate herring.' 'Why?' 'And that you love plum cake. And that Ana Kuya took a switch to you when you ruined your spring slippers jumping in puddles.' I winced. 'Why would you tell them all that?' 'I wanted to make you human, ' he said. 'All they see when they look at you is the Sun Summoner. They see a threat, another powerful Grisha like the Darkling. I want them to see a daughter or a sister or a friend. I want them to see Alina.
She'd shown him in a thousand ways that she was honorable and strong and generous and very human, maybe even more vividly human than anyone he'd ever known. And if she was, then Grisha weren't inherently evil. They were like anyone else-full of the potential to do great good, and also great harm. To ignore that would make Matthias the monster.
They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy's arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds.
That first winter, when it was time for her friends to leave, the girl ventured out into the show to say goodbye, and the stunning raven-haired Squaller handed her another gift. "A blue kefta, " said the math teacher, shaking her head. "What would she do with that?" "Maybe she knew a Grisha who died, " replied the cook, taking note of the tears that filled the girl's eyes. They did not see the note that read, You will always be one of us.