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“Are you her boyfriend?��
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No, I’m her fiancé.�� Nate said.
We’ve been promised to each other since birth,�� Summer added.
Our wedding isn’t until March.”
― Brandon Mull, The Candy Shop War

“In Simon's eyes, he was the most beautiful creature walking on God's Earth.”
― Patrick C. Notchtree, The Clouds Still Hang

“So began a divorce between his body and brain that would be problematical for Simon in the years to come.”
― Patrick C. Notchtree, The Clouds Still Hang

“If she wants I can find a hundred men and line them up before her naked, and she can pick the one she likes,�� the king said. “I would sooner she wed a lord, but if she prefers a hedge knight or a merchant or Pate the Pig Boy, I am past the point of caring, so long as she picks someone.”
― George R.R. Martin, Fire & Blood

“Simon had learnt quickly that life is hard and to retreat into a world of his own construction.”
― Patrick C. Notchtree, The Clouds Still Hang

“I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.��

“You want to marry for love?�� The elder Valentino scoffed. “Que mierda. Marrying for love is like adding extra picante to your meal. It may seem like a good idea at the time, but your stomach will curse you for it with ulcers in the end.”
― Felix Alexander, The Last Valentine

“She twisted her betrothal ring around her finger. Although the current fashion was for diamond clusters, or colored stones, Harry had bought her a single rose-cut diamond, shaped at the top with facets that mimicked the inner spiral of a rose.
"I asked for something small and simple," she had told Harry when he had given it to her.
"It's simple," he countered.
"But not small."
"Poppy," he had told her with a smile, "I never do anything in a small way.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“He would not let himself be overawed by her consequence! He was also the son of noble parents, if not of a king. "Then-then they'll need more Dagons," he blurted out. "Let me go, please. Let me serve the king."
"It is not my decision to make."
"How can you stop me if I refuse to take vows as a monk when my novitiate is ended?" he demanded.
She raised an eyebrow. "You have already pledged yourself to enter the church, an oath spoken outside these gates."
"I had no choice!"
"You spoke the words. I did not speak them for you."
"Is a vow sworn under compulsion valid?"
"Did I or any other hold a sword to your throat? You swore the vow."
"But-"
"And," she said, lifting a hand for silence-a hand that bore two handsome rings, one plain burnished gold braid, the other a fine opal in a gold setting, "your father has pledged a handsome dowry to accompany you. We do not betroth ourselves lightly, neither to a partner in marriage-" He winced as she paused. Her gaze was keen and unrelenting. "-nor to the church. If a vow can be as easily broken as a feather can be snapped in two-" She lifted a quill made from an owl feather from her table, displaying it to him. "-then how can we any of us trust the other?" She set down her feather. "Our oaths are what makes us honorable people. What man or woman who has forsworn his noble lord or lady can ever be trusted again? You swore your promise to Our Lady and Lord. Do you mean to swear that oath and live outside the church for the rest of your days?"
Said thus, it all sounded so much more serious. No man or woman who made a vow and then broke it was worthy of honor.”
― Kate Elliott, Prince of Dogs

“They didn't love me. They didn't liked that I talked to much. They looked at me as if they didn't think I could have anything worth saying, or as if I was a lackwit. They were annoy or preoccupied or didn't care. And I want to be loved. I want to love and be loved, and to be respected. I don’t want someone to love me simply because I am a duke’s daughter. I don’t want a disinterested husband. I want someone who loves me passionately.”
― Melanie Dickerson, The Princess Spy