But every time she tried, Deryn had imagined the look of horror on his face. Not that she was a girl in boy’s clothes, or that she’d lied to him for so long. All that yakkum Alek would get past, she knew. And then he would love her. She knew.
But that was the problem, because there was one thing that would never change… Deryn was a commoner. She was a thousand time more common that Alek’s mother, who’d been born a countess, or even Lilit, an anarchist who spoke six languages and always knew which fork to use. Deryn Sharp was as common as barking dirt, and the only reason that didn’t matter to His Serene Highness, Aleksander Of Hohenberg, was that was also, in his mind, a boy.
The moment she could be anything more than a friend, and she would be, then he’d have to run a mile.
Scott Westerfeld, Behemoth (via wordshaker27)
I LOVE THIS ALSO, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO COMMENT ON IT WHEN I SAW YOU BEAT ME THERE. He loves her so much, she knows that, he friggin worships her, and if she were a girl, obviously he’d be all over that, he’s swooning all day err day as is! CALM DOWN ALEK, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF. Deryn’s just worried what his obvious irrepressible adoration would do for the state of the throne. He can’t know because there’s no way he’d be able to stop loving her!