Royally In Trouble Quotes

“Feeling you close eases the tension in my heart. I love you, Lilly.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“If it’s easy, it’s not worth your time. The hard in a relationship is what bonds you.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“I’m about to wrap one leg around his when he pulls away and lightly whispers, “Mine,” in my ear. I melt, right there, in front of him.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“I’ll love you forever and always as well . . . my king.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“I’ll forever and always love you. There’s no changing that, even with your wild, unstoppable mouth.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“You can’t control who someone falls in love with. That’s something you can’t protect your children from unfortunately.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“Does it look like I’m the type of guy who digs up an old grave for a sword?” I ask. Ottar chuckles next to me. “No, but you’re a man of tradition, that’s why I’m asking.” “The”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“When it comes to communication, his facial expressions give me all the evidence I need to know what he’s thinking. This game is child’s play for us. Watch and learn. *Mentally cracks knuckles* Staring Keller in the eyes, I speak very slowly as I say, “Love of my life.” “Lobster mitten,” he shouts. My brows turn down. Lobster mitten? Where the hell did that come from? I shake my head and move my lips slowly. “Love . . . of . . . my . . . liiiiiife.” “Love myself.” “Ooo, close!” I say. “You got the first one but not the second part. Really pay attention.” “You’re speaking too fast. I can’t tell what you’re saying.” “I said you got the first one, not the second.” “What?” “First one.” “Firstborn?” “No.” I shake my head. “First one!” “What? First myself? First lobster? First mitten?” “No, not first.” I shake my head and hand. “Love is good. You got love.” I give him a thumbs-up. “Love glove?” His nose cringes. “Oh . . . a condom? We don’t use condoms,” he shouts so loud I swear the footmen can hear him. I press my hand to my forehead and take a deep breath. “Okay, starting over.” I erase the air to indicate a new slate. I then hold up my hand and show four fingers for four words. “Four lobsters?” “There are no lobsters!” I shout, tossing my hand in the air before reaching over and plucking his headphone off his head. “No lobsters, forget the lobsters, for the love of God!”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“Wait, hold on.” I hold up my hand. “Do you have a crush on someone?” “Her bodyguard,” Marit says, causing Isabella to full-on swat at her sister.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble

“You . . . you came for me.” “Always, love,” he says softly. “I’ve said it from the very beginning, and I’ll say it until my dying day, you matter most.” He lifts my chin, and my watery vision takes in his handsome, weathered face.”
― Meghan Quinn, Royally In Trouble