Ashley Mello

“You knew I was his mate when we went. I don't see how being High Lady alters anything.'

'It does.'

I put my hands on my hips, ignoring his motion to continue. 'Why?'

Cassian dragged a hand through his hair. 'Because... because as his mate, you were still... his to protect. Oh, don't get that look. He's yours to protect, too. I would have laid my life down for you as his mate- and as your friend. But you were still... his.'

'And as High Lady?'

Cassian loosed a rough breath. 'As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel's, and Mor's and Amren's. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. We would not have... put you in so much danger.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“What will everyone call me then?'

'Hmm?'

'Is everyone just going to call me "Tamlin's wife"? Do I get a... title?'

'Do you want a title?'

'No. But I don't want people... I don't know if I can handle them calling me High Lady.'

'They won't. There is no such thing as a High Lady.'

'What do you mean, there's no such thing as a High Lady?'

'High Lords only take wives, consorts. There has never been a High Lady.'

'But Lucien's mother-'

'She's lady of the Autumn Court. Not High Lady. Just as you will be Lady of the Spring Court. They will address you as they address her. They will respect you as they respect her.'

'So Lucien's-'

'I don't want to hear another male's name on your lips right now.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“His eyes slid to mine, amused and questioning. He said down the bond, And do you think I need to redecorate our home?

We passed open-air chambers full of fat, silk pillows and plush carpets, passed windows whose panes were arranged in colourful medleys, passed urns overflowing with lavender and fountains gurgling clearest water under the mild rays of the sun.

It's not a competition, I trilled to him.

His hand tightened on mine. Well, even if Thesan has a prettier palace, I'm the only one blessed with a High Lady at my side.

I couldn't help my blush.

Especially as Rhys added, Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown.

Scoundrel.

Always.

I smiled, and he leaned in smoothly to brush a kiss to my cheek.

Mor muttered a plea for mercy from mates.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin