“You did almost everything the Scarlet Guard and Montfort asked. Gave up everything they wanted. Except that." He points at the crown still nestled on my head "Why? If you knew you would never be able to keep it?" My answer sounds foolish, like it comes from a child. I say it anyway. "This is my father's crown." "But the crown is not your father," he says quickly, rising to his feet. In two strides he has me by the shoulder, and his voice softens, "It isn't your mother either. And it won't bring either of them back.”
Book:War Storm