"Stars," whispered Iko. "You're beautiful."

A loud click echoed through the ally. "Drop your glamour," demanded Thorne, aiming his gun at the princess.

Scarlet's pulse hiccupped. "Wait-" she started, but Cinder had already put a hand o his wrist and was pressing the gun back down.

"it's not a glamour," she said.

"Really?" Thorne leaned toward Cinder and whispered, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

This statement was followed by another long, heady silence, during which Winter passed her sweetest smile between each of them.

Thorne clicked the safety on and shoved the gun back into its holster. "holy spades, you Lunars have good genes." An awkward pause followed, before he added, "Who it she?"

"This is Winter," said Scarlet. "Princess Winter."

(From Winter, ch. 32)