Kitkat

“Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes.
Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved.
Aelin mouthed a short, curt word.
Fenrys did not respond.
She spoke again, that queen's unfaltering.
Live.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“And then they appeared. Along the edge of the foothills. A line of golden-armored warriors, foot soldiers and cavalry alike. More and more and more, a great line spreading across the crest of the final hill. Filling the skies, stretching into the horizon, flew mighty, armored birds with riders. Ruks. And before them all, sword raised to the sky as that horn blew one last time, the ruby in the blade’s pommel smoldering like a small sun … Before them all, riding on the Lord of the North, was Aelin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Lorcan rolled his eyes, and Aelin deemed that acceptance enough as she asked them all, “Did anyone bother to sleep?” Only Fenrys lifted his hand. Aedion frowned at the dark stain on the stones. “We’re putting a rug over it,” Aelin told him. Lysandra laughed. “Something tacky, I hope.” “I’m thinking pink and purple. Embroidered with flowers. Just what Erawan would have loved.” The Fae males gaped at them, Ren blinking. Elide ducked her head as she chuckled. Rowan snorted again. “At least this court won’t be boring.” Aelin put a hand on her chest, the portrait of outrage. “You were honestly worried it would be?” “Gods help us,” Lorcan grumbled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash