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“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”
― Setta Jay, Mercenary Princess

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”
― Maria Luis, Sound of Madness

“- “He means—just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?â€�
“That’s a fairly recent development. But I have loved her for a long, long time.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Endowed

“She holds a nation’s fate within her shaking hands. She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.
A golden lie.
A dirty halo.”
― Evie East, Dirty Halo

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”
― Emma Chase, Royally Matched

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission. At least, in the kind Carter is slowly inflicting on me with each sweep of his tongue, each stroke of his hands. I am coming undone beneath him, unraveling into something I hardly recognize.”
― Evie East, Dirty Halo

“I’m here for your pants and shoes.”
― Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas

“I’m not most womenâ€�"
"...I’m getting that.”
― Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?â€�
Isabella is twelve years old and astoundingly pretty, a woman in a girl’s body. She keeps her eyes on the floor and nods her head.”
― Colin Falconer, Isabella: Braveheart of France

“The White Falcon by Stewart Stafford

Trampled pomegranate underfoot,
Fervent ascent of anatine steps,
To the alabaster falcon's chamber,
Viperine slither as a king's retinue.

Roman breakage for a concubine,
Stillbirths piled on a spiral staircase,
Skewered tongues spitting smears,
Spurious sparks fanned to an inferno.

Denounced in the toxic public mind,
Cast into a wolf pit by kangaroo court,
Blood money to the Gallic executioner,
Her headless ghost in a centuries' limbo.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“What kind of a man do you want?" Pratap asked, eagerly.
"Someone to sweep me off my feet." Ajabde chuckled awkwardly avoiding his glance.
"Oh, a sweeper?" He teased with a lingering smile.
"What are you doing?" Ajabde asked as he grabbed her waist to help her off the horse.
"Trying to sweep you off your feet." He made her blush.”
― Suranya Sengupta, A Royal Accident