“I’m not Grisha, and I’m certainly not a noble. I don’t belong at court.”
“You could stay with me,” he said quietly. He gave the bottle another turn. “I still need a Queen.”
Theory! The cup of our tears? Those tears? They aren't ours. They're YOURS! Every time ine of us are nice (Which is quite often) a tear rolls down your cheek because of joy. Joyful tears of happiness. How can I explain the cup saying "Reader's Tears?" Easy! That's a sticker on the cup hiding the real sentence "Noko's Tears."