They all had havens. Eugenides would find comfort in the library and books upon books, but Helen preferred to climb up to the roof, standing far from the edge, and look out over her father's beautiful kingdom and her country. The Queen Thief was up there as often as not.
"There's a legend, child," she would tell the little princess with a twinkle in her eyes. "If you dance on the parapets with a Thief, you are safe."
In and out, left and right, feet flying, laughter bubbling out of Helen's body to ride the mountain winds—learning to dance.