He (singer Prince) reeks of lavender. It turned me on, actually.

He's [Prince Charles] very relaxed at the table, throwing his salad around willy-nilly. I didn't find him stiff at all.

The whole thing reeks.

We've kissed the frog and turned into a prince.

I plant lavender and saffron in a garden where I wish to grow old in its evergreen shrub of mint and stigmas of crocus.

Oh, yes. She’s still here,” Maxon said, not letting his eyes wander from Gavril’s face. “And I plan on keeping her here for quite a while.