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“You could have ruled the world with your power,' he said carefully.

'I don't want to rule the world.' Her eyes were unguarded in a way he had never seen. Mate, she had called him.

'What do you want?' Cassian managed to ask, voice rasping.

She smiled, and damn if it wasn't the loveliest thing he'd ever seen. 'You.'

'You've had me from the moment you met me.'

She tucked a strand of hair behind an arched ear. 'I know.'

He brushed a kiss over her mouth. But Nesta said, 'I want a disgustingly ornate mating ceremony.

He laughed, pulling away. 'Really?'

'Why not?'

'Because I'll never hear the end of it from Azriel and Mor.' Or the Illyrians.

Nesta considered. Then pulled something out of her pocket. A small biscuit, swiped from a tray in the birthing room. 'Then here. Food. From me to you, my mate. That's the official ritual, isn't it? The sharing of food from one mate to the other?'

He choked. 'These are my two options? A frilly mating ceremony or a stale biscuit?'

Her face filled with such true light, it nearly stole the breath from him. 'Yes.'

So Cassian laughed again, and folded her fingers around the pathetic biscuit, leaning to whisper in her ear, 'We'll make a coronation of it, Nes.'

'I already have a crown,' she said. 'I just want you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“Then Rhys fell to his knees and took Nesta's hands in his, pressing his mouth to her fingers. "Thank you," he wept, head bowed. Cassian knew it wasn't in gratitude for Rhy's own life that he knelt upon the sacred tattoos inked upon his knees.

Nesta dropped to the carpet. Lifted Rhy's face in her hands, studied what lay in it. Then she threw her arms around the High Lord of the Night Court and held him tightly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You’re an arrogant bastard.”
“And you’re a haughty witch. We’re evenly matched.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames