Royally Endowed Quotes

“I burn for you, sweet girl. I dream of you, even when I’m awake.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“I’ll save her.
Because that’s who I am. That’s what I do. Why I’m here – the only reason I’m here.
And she belongs to me.
Ellie is mine to have and to hold. To save and keep. Forever and always.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“You see the good in people, Ellie. You trust. That’s a good way to be, a brave way. I’ll watch more closely from now on; I’ll make sure this never happens again. You just be who you are. Leave the rest to me.”
She wipes her eyes dry. “So it’s like a…you jump, I jump, Jack and Rose kind of thing?”
“No.” I take her hand in mine, brushing my thumb against her knuckles. “You jump…and I’ll be there to catch you.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Somebody once told me a slow-burning fire is the hottest – and it must be true. Because Logan and I are a fucking inferno.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Love isn’t a cure; it doesn’t magically solve every problem. But it makes solving those problems worth it. Love is our inspiration, our motivation . . . and our reward.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“For the first time since I met him, my hero looks lost, my guardian angel has a broken wing. And I want to mend him, save him the way he’s always saved me. I want to love him until he feels found.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“What I do know, what I’m sure of, is that I would die for Ellie. Kill for her, live for her. The vow echoes through me with every beat of my heart. She is the most important person in my life. She has been from the beginning, and she always will be. There will never be another.
I don’t know if I’ll be any fucking good at love. I’m not quite sure how it’s done. But for her, I’ll learn.
And I’ll do my damnedest to get it right.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Besides, when it’s all said and done . . . I’m still a prince and you can still kill anyone in the room with your bare fucking hands. So . . .” He taps his bottle to mine, “cheers.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Life changes us, with its twists and turns, in ways we don't always see coming. It changes what we want, what we dream, lays blessings in our hands better than anything we could've imagined.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“You’re always doing this” she whispers.
“Doing what?”
“Saving me.”
I smile, just a bit. “I don’t mind.”
“Because it’s your job?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“And because maybe, sort of, you kind of like me too? Just a little?”
A chuckle scratches my throat. “Just a little.”
She wets her lips, those eyes still holding me close.
“And maybe because, when you save me it feels like…I belong to you? Even just a tiny bit?”
I know what I should say, but I can’t bring myself to do it. She’ll never remember this anyway. So instead, I let my fingers trace her lovely face slowly, from her temple down her soft cheek to her jaw. Like I have the right to touch her. Like she belongs to me.
“That’s right, Ellie.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“It’s not my fault keys abandon me. I put them in a specific spot, so I’ll know where they are for later—and I swear to God, they sprout legs and run away. Slippery, little Houdini bastards.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Happy endings are for all of us.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“I take a pull of my beer. “So it’s just that easy, then?”
Nicholas glances at me thoughtfully. “When you look at her, does the whole world just sort of . . . fade away? And she’s the only thing you see? The only thing you ever want to see?”
I smile stupidly. “Yeah . . . yeah, it’s just like that.”
“Then yes, it’s that easy.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Ellie . . .,” I point towards the palace. “Go to your room.”
Pathetic.
Her eyes sparkle. “Do you want to come with me?”
Hell, yes.
“I don’t.”
Her blue gaze gentles, gliding over my face, before turning to stare out the front window with a sigh. Then, by some miracle, Ellie steps out of the car.
But before closing the door she leaves me with one giddy parting reply.
“That’s a lie too.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“You are so lying right now—holy shit!”
My voice is cold, harsh—for both our sakes.
“Ellie, I don’t feel—”
“Do you like me, Logan?”
I swallow hard. “Not like that, no.”
“That’s a lie too!” she squeaks, completely delighted. “It’s like a superpower! Is this how it feels to be you?”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Hey Logan?”
“Aye?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has one.”
“Blue.”
“Light or dark blue?”
Again, I answer without thought. “Light blue.”
Blearily, Ellie turns her head to me, her long lashes blinking slowly. “My eyes are light blue.”
My mind stutters for just a moment. “So they are.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Are you scared, Logan?”
Fucking terrified. Of a girl. A small, seductive, beautiful girl who could wreck me.
“I don’t get scared.”
“I scare you. With the family you grew up in, it’s understandable. This thing between us--”
“There’s nothing between us, Ellie.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “Of course there’s something between us.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“It’s my job to keep Ellie Hammond safe. All of her. Her body as well as her sweet little soul. And I’m damn good at what I do, but more than that, I want to protect her. Because she’s kind and clever, lovely and precious…and fuck… somebody has to care enough to keep that safe.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Do we still hang people?” Henry asks, philosophically. When he doesn’t get an answer, he adds, “If not, I’m bringing hanging back.”
So that’s what Justin Timberlake would sound like if he were a serial killer.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“What was awesome?” Lady Sarah Von Titebottum, Prince Henry’s fiancée, asks as she walks into the foyer, up to Henry’s side.
Henry puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses her quickly. “I was just showing Ellie the best ride in the palace.”
“You should try it, Sarah,” Ellie says.
“No.” Henry frowns, petting Sarah’s long, dark hair possessively. “No, she can’t try it. Absolutely not.”
Sarah peers up at him through her black-rimmed, round glasses. “Why can’t I?”
“You could break your bloody n—”
He stops mid-sentence, understanding blooming. He snaps his fingers and points at Nicholas, then to his own head. “Ohhh . . . I get it now. You were right.”
“I always am,” Nicholas replies.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Then a soft voice whispers right against my ear.
“They’re already going AWOL on you, lass? You’re fucked.”
I turn to face the bold, tough Wessconian . . . and he’s so close, I can feel the heat from his hard body, see the small sprigs of stubble on that perfect, gorgeous jaw. My brain stutters, but I find the resolve to tease him.
“Dear God, Logan, are you smiling? Careful—you might pull a muscle in your face.”
And then Logan does something that melts my insides and turns my knees to quivery goo.
He laughs.
And it’s beautiful.
It’s a crime he doesn’t do it more often. Or maybe a blessing. Because Logan St. James is a sexy, stunning man on any given day. But when he laughs?
He’s heart-stopping.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Hey Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“One of these days . . . I’m going to save you back.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“The door opens, and Logan is holding out his hand to me.
When I touch him, when I slide my hand into his and feel his fingers wrap around mine, a mixture of thrilling electricity and warm comfort races through me. Touching him is my drug, my addition – though I try not to be a freak about it. And knowing he’s here, watching over us like a powerful, invincible guardian angel, settles my nerves and, like always, makes me feel safe and cared for. Because Logan would never let anything bad happen to any of us.
And I believe with all my heart that there’s nothing he can’t do.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Lady Sarah steps in, wearing her nightclothes under a fluffy ivory robe and a chastising expression. Behind her glasses, her eyes narrow on Henry.
“So this is how it’s going to be, then? Married only a few days and I already have to search the palace to drag my husband to bed?”
Henry goes to Sarah, like an invisible rope is reeling him to her. “Dragging me to your bed is something you’ll never have to do, love. You can even tie me there whenever you like, and I’ll be happy to reciprocate.”
He kisses her mouth, as she blushes deep and bright.
She leans back. “Then why are you down here instead of up there with me?”
“There was an emergency.”
“What kind of an emergency?”
“You’re not going to believe it.”
“Try me.”
“Logan and Ellie are fucking.”
She automatically glances at me, and her cheeks deepen to a shade of crimson. “I’m sure there’s a more delicate way to word that, Henry.”
Henry nods, soberly. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me try again: Logan and Ellie are humping, like insatiable randy bunnies, all over the palace.”
Sarah shakes her head. “You’re hopeless.”
The Prince grins broadly. “It’s part of my charm.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
Henry kisses her again. “Take me to bed. Obviously.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“My voice becomes breathless, words slipping from my lips without a worry or thought. “Just when I think you can’t amaze me more, you show me this.”
He turns to face me, his chin dipping. “I amaze you?”
“All the time. You always have.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“I cover a yawn with the back of my hand.
“Go on up to bed, lass.” Logan stands, brushes off his pants and picks the broom up from the floor. “I’ll finish here.”
I drag myself up too. “I thought you don’t sweep fucking floors?”
Logan winks. And, right there in that dim little coffee shop, he steals a piece of my heart forever.
“In your case, I’ll make a fucking exception.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Behind Nicholas, Henry paces back and forth, with a large open book in his hands.
“Didn’t we used to have a dungeon downstairs?” the blond prince asks his older brother.
“Could’ve sworn I found it when I was six or seven. Gave me nightmares for a week.” He points at an image in the book and smiles manically. “That device looks like it hurts—we’ll order two.”
Huh. I thought I was just teasing Ellie about the dungeon.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Lady Sarah gazes at Henry’s shiny shoes, her face heartbroken. “Do you ever think . . . that perhaps you should be with—”
“Do not even think of finishing that fucking sentence,” Henry warns.
“Why not?” She lifts her chin. “It’s the truth.”
“The truth?” Henry mocks. “The truth is I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you. I don’t know where I’d be or what I’d be doing, but I know it wouldn’t be pretty."
“He’s right, you know, Sarah.” Prince Nicholas steps over to them. “Before you, Henry was an unmitigated disaster. Reckless, spoiled, self-destructive—”
“Thank you, Nicholas,” Henry says. “I think she gets the picture.”
Nicholas smacks his brother on the back and grins cheekily. “Happy to help.”
Henry slips his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels, telling Sarah, “I could say the same thing, you know. You don’t think I know you’d be better off with someone whose everyday life doesn’t send you reeling into a panic attack?”
Sarah shakes her head. “No, that’s not true. I could never be better off with anyone else. I would never want to be. You’re mine, Henry, and I’m keeping you.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Later, when Henry is told he may kiss his bride, and he takes her in his arms . . . I’ve never seen such a look on a man’s face. Like he’s holding a star, a cherished, sacred piece of heaven, in his very hands.
It’s in that moment that I realize and accept—when Ellie walks down the aisle to me, and we say our vows and trade our rings . . . I’ll be looking at her in exactly the same way.
I look at her that way now.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“Henry slides his hand into her hair and brings her face to his. “Go in the back with Logan and Ellie. I will take care of this.”
Sarah blinks, breathing deeply. Then she shakes her head. “No. No, I can do it. I need to, I think. Just . . . stay with me?”
Henry brushes her hair back. “Always.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed