Things change, people change, but that doesnt mean you should forget t — Ella Enchanted

"Has she gone mad, to speak such falsehood?"

"Dear Ella,Impatience is not usually my weakness. But your letters torment me. They make me long to saddle my horse and ride to Frell, where I would make you explain yourself. They are playful, interesting, thoughtful, and (occasionally) serious. Im overjoyed to receive them, yet they bring misery. You say little of your daily life; I have no idea how you occupy yourself. I dont mind; I enjoy guessing at the mystery. But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although Ive given you hints by the score of my regard.You like me. You wouldnt waste time or paper on a being you didnt like. But I think Ive loved you since we met at your mothers funeral. I want to be with you forever and beyond, but you write that you are too young to marry or too old or too short or too hungry — until I crumple your letters up in despair, only to smooth them out again for a twelfth reading, hunting for hidden meanings.Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say no. I suppose Im confessing another fault: pride. I dont want him to know that I love if my affections are not returned.You would charm him, and Mother too. They would be yours completely. As I am.What a beautiful bride youll be, whomever you marry at whatever age. And what a queen if I am the man! Who has your grace? Your expression? Your voice? I could extol your virtues endlessly, but I want you to finish reading and answer me quickly.Today I cannot write of Ayortha or my doings or anything. I can only post this and wait.Love (it is such a relief to pen the word!), love, love—Char"

"I know you can imitate people just as Lady Eleanor could. Once you imitated your manservant to his face, and he wasnt sure whether he was the servant or you were. You make up your own fairy tales and you drop things and trip over things. I know you once broke a whole set of dishes.""I slipped on ice!""Ice chips you spilled before you tripped on them." He laughed. (pp. 13-14)"

"That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. (p. 3)"

"What a clever daughter I have." Mum Olga beamed at Hattie."As clever as she is beautiful," I said."