Paula Jimena

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back.
I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly.
“Smile again,” he whispered.
I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward…
And this male before me…my friend…
For all that he had done, I have never given him either. Even when I had just…I had just painted something. On him. For him.
I'd—painted again.
So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint.
“You’re exquisite,” he breathed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury