“Listen, little violet,” I say to her. “You are the property of Lord Rian Valvere, who has entrusted me to bring you to him without incident. You will obey my commands on the ride, do you understand?”
She looks down at me through her long lashes and says evenly, “Oh, I have plenty of experience with people who expect me to obey.”
This pampered princess? She’s known no hardship, of that I feel certain.
And yet the little flower might have thorns after all.”
―
Evie Marceau,
White Horse Black Nights