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“Love your enemies you might, but when the entire country and its people depend on you, you are no longer a man of your own.”
― Tamuna Tsertsvadze, Notes of Oisin: From an Irish Monk to a Skaldic Poet

“Fit to me
Made for me
Bone of my bone
Broken
Lost or freed
You are a state of mine
Eternal
Bone of my bone”
― Giana Darling, Lessons in Corruption

“What are you thinking about?"
Ambrose did not hesitate. "You."
"What about me?"
"The things I've learned about you," he said openly.
"Such as?"
"For one, you make a terrible statue---"
"I shall mourn that till the end of my days.”
― Roshani Chokshi, Once More Upon a Time

“You are my King, my brother, from now till the end of my days and past all that, till the stars return to dust and we are little more than whispers on the lips of Gods.”
― N R Bibby, When the Crows fly

“The king gathered himself. It felt as if the tomb was breathing in. The painted warriors lifted their swords and the archers let fly their arrows, aimed at the dust-wife. They were trapped in the wall and it should not have been possible for them to reach her, and yet for a moment, it seemed as if she would be drawn in to the wall, as if the arrows must reach her...

Moonlight flashed as she held up her staff and the painted arrows fell apart in to scattered pigment across the floor.

I will not bend! hissed the dead king, rising from his throne.

'Then you will break,' said the dust-wife, and slammed her staff across the painted wall.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“The king drinks wine, and the general eats fat duck all day. And yet, they want me to take money from the woman who pours her being into a simple pot?”
― Nick Oliveri, The Conjurer

“Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

“Don’t we say all helpless folk—the orphan, the stranger, the suppliant, who have nothing to bargain with and can only pray—are sacred to Zeus the Savior? The King must answer for them; he is next the god. For the serfs, the landless hirelings, the captives of the spear; even the slaves.”
― Mary Renault, The Bull from the Sea

“To not laugh at a king’s joke is a grave offense. That grave has your headstone on it. Everybody musters a chuckle at a royal punchline—even the humble duck farmer.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“I am king over my ducks. What does that mean? That means they get to eat and drink and play, and give no thought to where their food and water comes from, and I have to deliver both regularly, while also worrying about protecting them and keeping them absolutely safe.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Even a king must submit to great art.”
― Nick Oliveri, The Conjurer

“Autonomy is addictive—once you have tasted it, you are hooked and want it at any cost”
― Roopesh Tiwari, Porus : In the Shadow of Betrayals

“If you were any less the man you are," she whispered softly, "I would beg you to take me with you."
"If you were any less the woman you were," I replied, "I would beg you to come with me.”
― Nandini Sengupta, The Ocean's Own

“Gossip around here passes so quickly that sometimes I hear about things before I’ve even done them.
Grace Willows - To Kiss A King”
― Grace Willows

“The bed tensed.
It knew.
The mattress folded sharply inward, and Ambrose gasped for air. This was it. He was going to die. Trapped in a bed that was quite possibly trying to eat him and without having done anything remotely exciting within it.”
― Roshani Chokshi, Once More Upon a Time

“Querer vivir, pero aceptar la muerte para salvar a otros: eso era el coraje. Esa sería la grandeza de Gansey.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“Eres un príncipe entre los hombres.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“Sacrifice makes one king or queen, not bloodline.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Making Britain Civilized: How to Gain Readmission to The Human Race

“I have found none to follow in my way. None but thee. And thou must go thy way, not mine. Yet will thy kingship be, in part, my own. For I knew thee first. I knew thee first! They will praise me more for that in after-days than for anything I did of magery...If there will be after-days. For first we two must stand upon the balance point, the very fulcrum of the world. And if I fall, you fall, and all the rest....For a while, for a while. No darkness lasts forever.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“Emeline couldn't remember when, exactly, things changed. Only that a moment ago she was walking down palace halls and now she walked a dirt path beneath a midnight sky. Tulip trees lined the path, their flowers unfolding like burning yellow crowns among their green leaves.
The farther they walked, the taller the trees grew, until they were impossibly tall. So tall, they seemed to brush the stars.
The path ended in a grove of silver birches. Moonlight pooled in from the canopy above, illuminating a bone-white throne and a man seated upon it. Atop his head sat a crown of rosebud thorns.
His skin was sunbrowned, his hair moon pale; and instead of robes, water adorned him. It flowed in rivers from his hair, over his neck and shoulders where it began to gush, like a waterfall, down the rest of his body. Emeline could see no glimpse of skin beyond the cascade, but at his feet water pooled and sank into the brown earth. Wherever it touched, gray and purple thistles grew.
The Wood King.”
― Kristen Ciccarelli, Edgewood

“God is our great King.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Here the walls have ears. Spies are stationed behind every drapery, curtain, arras. Your spies, the agents of your secret service: their assignment is to draft detailed reports on the palace conspiracies. The court teems with enemies, to such an extent that it is increasingly difficult to tell them from friends; it is known for sure that the conspiracy that will dethrone you will be made up of your ministers and officials. And you know that every secret service has been infiltrated by agents of the opposing secret service. Perhaps all the agents in your pay work also for the conspirators, are themselves conspirators; and thus you are obliged to continue paying them, to keep them quiet as long as possible.
Voluminous bundles of secret reports are turned out daily by electronic machines and laid at your feet on the steps of the throne. It is pointless for you to read them: your spies can only confirm the existence of the conspiracies, justifying the necessity of your espionage; and at the same time they must deny any immediate danger, to prove that their spying is effective. No one, for that matter, thinks you must read the reports delivered to you; the light in the throne room is inadequate for reading, and the assumption is that a king need not read anything, the king already knows what he has to know.”
― Italo Calvino

“In Sanguine Ascendancy by Stewart Stafford

Courage is your meat and mead,
For fortune's fighter guaranteed,
Mighty grows the meekest seed,
Hear the charter is now decreed.

Use every instrument of state,
Crown, sceptre, orb and mace,
In virtuous nobility to legislate,
A legacy endowed to celebrate.

A childless king is a man of straw,
No heirs to follow, a dynasty raw,
Take fair hand with beauty awed,
Bloodline safe in a dragon's maw.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Throne In Confusion by Stewart Stafford

The sacked castle casts smoke on the lake,
Cinders� glow distinguishes it from the mist,
The only gallows the noble knights adorned,
Were ones lowering them onto their steeds.

Thundering warhorses charged the enemy,
Storming across such a gallant battlefield,
Mortal combat with axe, blade and sword,
For king, country and all of Heaven’s glory.

Intruders rush over a downed drawbridge,
Rotten and riddled in darkness incarnate,
To a peregrinating, riderless throne room,
A neophyte sovereign in gold leaf crown.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Cameron gave a moving picture of a man longing to escape from his trammels, but within the framework of a freedom which was all that a King would be allowed. One evening the King ordered the train to halt beside a beach near Port Elizabeth. Police appeared and roped off a large crowd of onlookers into two halves:

Down the path from the Royal Train walked a solitary figure in a blue bathrobe, carrying a towel. The sea was a long way off, but he went. And all alone, on the great empty beach, between the surging banks of the people who might not approach, the King of England stepped into the Indian Ocean and jumped up and down � the loneliest man, at that moment, in the world.

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― Sarah Bradford, George VI: The Dutiful King

“How can you ask the realm to give more?â€� Kit’s soured voice spoke.
“Honour,� Janoth said with a clipped fury.
“Honour,â€� Kit’s laugh was full of pain. “Do you not remember honour as clearly as I do my friend?â€� He turned to face the window. “Why don’t you out onto the Killing fields. Stand amongst the thousand dead souls and ask them if honour matters.”
― N R Bibby, When the Crows fly

“It's safer being below the top 3. No pressure. Being in the top three is risky, thrilling, and fun, and you keep looking over your shoulders. It takes a beast to survive.”
― DON SANTO

“I am the king, and I make the laws. You either abide, or you will die a rebel.”
― Haïm Von Antiochia

“If you want to live like a king, you have to make money like a king.”
― Giovannie de Sadeleer

“When the king sells the slave can do nothing except applause.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih