The Heart of Betrayal Quotes

Every mile, every day. I’d do it all again. I’d chase you across three continents if that’s what it took to be with you.

But you’re everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

And I began walking. A thousand miles, or two, I would carry her all the way to Dalbreck if I had to. No one would pry her from my arms again.

There are no rules when it comes to survival.

The rules of reason build towers that reach past the treetops. The rules of trust build towers that reach past the stars.

He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.

Three more days. That’s what Sven always told me. When you think you’re at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you’ll find the rope is longer than you thought.

I suppose if we’re going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.

I wished that love could be simple, that it was always given and returned in the same measure, equally and at the same time, that all the planets aligned in a perfect way to dispel all doubts, that it was easy to understand and never painful.

I’m not the farmer I claimed to be, but I hope I can make you fall in love with me again, this time as a prince, one day at a time. We’ve had a terrible start—it doesn’t mean we can’t have a better ending.

I finally pushed away and wiped my eyes. I looked at him, expecting to see his own embarrassment, but instead I only saw concern in his eyes. "You have a sister, don't you?" I asked. "Three," he answered. "I could tell. Maybe that's why I-" I shook my head. "I don't want you to think I do this a lot." "Cry? Or get abducted?" I smiled. "Both.

I beg your forgiveness, Your Eminence. I would not truly feed your face to the hogs. It might make them sick.

I didn’t need to fall in love with him again. I had never fallen out.

A sacrifice ever remembered. Never forgotten. Another day we live. A sacrifice for you. Only for you. And so shall it be, For evermore. Paviamma.

We already had three steps behind us. "Hold on, Lia," I whispered. Hold on for me.

There are many ways to feed people.

I don’t care what mistakes I made or what mistakes you made. I’d make every single one again, if that was the only way to be with you.

Yes, royals know how to do things beyond counting our twelve toes.

When you think you’re at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you’ll find the rope is longer than you thought.

I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

For we must not just be ready, for the enemy without, but also for the enemy within. And so shall it be, Sisters of my heart, Brothers of my soul, Family of my flesh, For evermore.

I knew why he chose the brown. It was the plainest of my dresses, certainly drab in his eyes, but all the better to contrast and showcase the red he’d have me wear tomorrow. I had no doubt he’d ordered the snow itself as the perfect backdrop, and surely he’d ordered the sun to shine in the morning so as not to deter the crowds.

Crown Prince Walther of Morrighan was dead... Silence choked the crowd for a moment and then mother after mother, sister, father, wife, brother, fell to their knees.

Confluence-a coming together by chance.. Together they become something greater, but it isn't delicate or sweet. Like a raging river, a confluence can lead to something impossible to predict or control... Yet sometimes the coming together, the confluence of destinies, seemed not to be by chance at all.

There was only one thing that someone with great power wanted. More of it.