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“I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you."
Who he is: Po is the Prince of Leinid in Kristin Cashore's Graceling. He accompanies Lady Katsa on a journey across the Seven Kingdoms and falls in love with her strong spirit and fiery personality.
Eyes: One is gold and one is silver
Description: Po is tall and tanned, like most Leinids. He wears lots of gold jewelry, as is custom in his kingdom. He is Graced with incredible fighting skills due to his ability to sense the world around him and the thoughts of others.
She shivered as he left her to go to the fire, and find water and cloths. He leaned into the light, and brightness and shadows moved across his body. He was beautiful. She admired him, and he flashed a grin at her. "Almost as beautiful as you are conceited" she thought at him, and he laughed out loud.”
She touched his nose and his mouth. She played with the hoops in his ears. He held her and kissed her, and his eyes flickered into hers.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
She laughed. "I have not lost myself. And you?"
He smiled. "I'm very happy."
“I know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll... oh, I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. "I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop.”
"I'll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. We can use Po as a model."
"Wonderful," Po said. "It's quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet, Katsa. It'll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife.”
It was when she returned to him, chilled and clearheaded, that it happened. He sat against the tree, his knees bent and his head in his hands. His shoulders slumped. Tired, unhappy.
Something tender caught in her breath at the sight of him. And then he raised his eyes and looked at her, and she saw what she had not seen before. She gasped.
His eyes were beautiful. His face was beautiful to her in every way, and his shoulders and hands. And his arms that hung over his knees, and his chest that was not moving, because he held his breath as he watched her. And the heart in his chest.
This friend. How had she not seen this before? How had she not seen him? She was blind. And then tears choked her eyes, for she had not asked for this. She had not asked for this beautiful man before her, with something hopeful in his eyes that she did not want.