“Was it to keep me from getting hurt? Because this”—he stopped for a breath—“this hurts.”
“I’m not sure. I think I prayed that you would be safe, Your Majesty.”
“That’s more ambiguous.” Eugenides considered. “I’ll have to die for you to be free of that promise.”
“I’ll get the cups, Your Majesty.”
The king shook his head. “You would spend your life paying for them.”
Costis would never pay off the debt. He’d prefer to march into hell, but that option wasn’t available. Odd that you could be so angry at someone and devoted to him at the same time. “I’ll get them,” Costis said simply.
“Costis, I am speechless.”
“Not noticeably, Your Majesty.” His entire life, which he had been hoping for the past two weeks might be restored, was gone again. He wished the king wouldn’t laugh at him.
The King of Attolia, Chapter Seven, Megan Whalen Turner
…I really like this interpretation of what Gen looks like. Their expressions omfg.