"What is there for me besides Crete and the Labyrinth and my father's bloody court?" She dropped his hand and sat on the fountain's edge, fingers smoothing down legs to halfheartedly pin her skirt there. No longer the beast, again the princess. And him, the doomed prince. Ariadne looked up up up the length of him into the plains of his face. I've seen the prettied, trussed up maidens your king sends to die. Is the rest of the world so much better than here? Why trade one cage for another?"