Bernie

“Not while you are bound to her.” “I am bound to her forever.” “I know.” He was Maeve’s slave—worse than a slave. He had to obey every command, no matter how wretched. He leaned over his knees, dipping a large hand in the water. “You’re right. I don’t want you to tell me. Any of it.” “I hate that,” she breathed. “I hate her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Would you have shifted to save yourself?” “Your opinion of me is pretty much identical to my own, so you know the answer.” He was quiet for long enough that she wondered if he was piecing the bits of her together. “You’re not leaving,” Rowan said at last, arms crossed. “I’m not letting you off double duty in the kitchens, but you’re not leaving.” “Why?” He unfastened his cloak. “Because I said so, that’s why.” And she might have told him it was the worst gods-damned reason she had ever heard, and that he was an arrogant prick, had he not tossed her his cloak—dry and warm. Then he dropped his jacket in her lap, too. When he turned to go back to the fortress, she followed him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“She has no hope, Prince. She has no hope left in her heart. Help her. If not for her sake, then at least for what she represents—what she could offer all of us, you included.”
“And what is that?” he dared ask.
Emrys met his gaze unflinchingly as he whispered, “A better world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire