Sandra Ros

“She could handle if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.
Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt- or worse- made her willing to rick just about anything.”
― Sarah J. Mass

“You will always be my enemy”
― Sarah J Mass

“Why would a pretty thing like that marry a guard?”
― Sarah J. Mass

“I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass