“Red was never a color I'd given much thought to before. It was one of the colors of my house. It was anger, danger, blood.
Then I saw Pendragon-her hair, wild, untamed, burning like dragon fire. And suddenly red wasn't any of those things. It was the scent of jasmine and vanilla, autumn leaves swirling in the wind, the crackle of a fire on a chilly night, the first light of dawn rising golden and rosy. All the things that made life sweet. All the things that made it worth living.
So yeah, red was officially my favorite color now.”
―
Briar Boleyn,
The Bond That Burns