Beth

“I swear you don't know how to have any fun at all," I teased.
"This is not exactly my idea of it," he said wryly.

I gestured toward the ballroom. "But you're royal. It's your kind of party. You should be relaxed, letting everyone suck up to you."

He laughed and my chest tightened. God, I loved that sound.

"Kendra, not everything about being royal is enjoyable."
"So what would you consider fun?" I asked, curious.

Tristan was obviously well-liked and respected. But I'd never seen him when he wasn't in either instructor, gardinel, or prince mode. I got the feeling he wasn't very social and spent a lot of time alone.

His eyes turned thoughtful. "Relaxing in a quiet room with a nice glass of scotch, listening to Bach."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you serious, grandpa?"

He hid a smile.”
― Emma Raveling, Whirl

“Why couldn’t she have sent a minotaur, or maybe David Bowie and a bunch of Muppets to mess with us?”
― Amelia Hutchins, Escaping Destiny

“Just because you didn’t torture him doesn’t mean you weren’t rough, but I know why you did it.” I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Thank you for trying to protect me.” The barest smile touched his mouth. “I prefer simply killing people who hurt you. Much less complicated that way.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Bound by Flames

“The mark of the true hero is that the most heroic of his deeds is done in secret. We never hear of it. And yet somehow, my friends, we know. —Father Tyler’s Collected Sermons, FROM THE ARVATH ARCHIVE”
― Erika Johansen, The Queen of the Tearling