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The next time someone lays a hand on her and you don’t kill them where they stand, I’ll carve out your eyeballs and feed them to the fucking hounds.
“But rest assured, my Queen, when I do kiss you, there will be no confusion. You will know that I have claimed you—and I won’t have any desire to deny it.”
And I do not wish to see one more person in this realm buried because of their bloodline.”
Finally revealing himself as the good guy hallelujah !!!
“Or maybe you prefer me in muddy pants and a borrowed tunic.” “Only when it’s mine.”
“Only when it’s mine” you’re joking me.
He had a way of anticipating the things I didn’t know and slipping the answers to me in a way that never made me feel ignorant or ashamed.
“There isn’t a man with more self-control in the nine realms, but he can’t keep his hands off you.
“If a kiss is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”
“I don’t care if he’s in the afterlife. If he hurt you, I’ll find a way to make him pay.”
Luther be with ME NOT HER
“What happened?” he growled. “Is she hurt? Get your hands off her—let me see her.”
“You’re my Queen. Everything I do is for you.”
“You are the fate my heart was spared for. As long as it beats, you will never fight alone.”
“I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin. I want to kneel at your feet, soaked in the blood of your enemies, then worship your body until you scream my name.”
“Yes, Diem, I want to serve you—in every way a man can.”
“So no, Marthe. I do not fear death. I do not fear a Challenge. And I definitely do not fear the petty threats of House Hanoverre.”
She’s so cool I want to be her
“We’re with you,” Taran interrupted. Eleanor nodded. “There’s no Crown I’d rather serve.”
“It’s a beautiful day to save some lives,”
Diem has been watching Grey’s Anatomy
“I would have walked into the flaming heart of the sun itself,” he shot back. “If you are suffering, nothing will keep me from coming to your aid. Least of all something as trivial as death.”
“Perhaps, for the right person, we endure the pain, because the torture of never having them at all is the more unbearable fate.”
“Forgive me. They all need to see it.” “See what?” I rasped, barely able to speak. “Who will come for them if they dare to come for you.” Then his lips were on mine.
Luther gazed at me like I was the embodiment of hope fulfilled. Like I was the answer to every question he had ever asked,
“Good luck, Daughter of the Forgotten.”
