if you 're going to stick around in this tower of yours , you 're going to have to let the odd prince run his fingers through your hair . ' the flames once again slammed into the opposite end of the hall , adding more fuel and power to the ones already burning there . she 'd been avoiding making the call , because there was this dangerous temptation to start spilling out her hurt and fear and look for comfort -- after all , was n't that what parents were for ? 