Mar Lanstov

“I am a soldier, I've been a soldier since I was a child.
Would you have a girl who has spent her life down in the trenches of battle wear a crown? Would you have a soldier queen?
I am a Squaller, a Grisha. Some of our enemies will call me a witch. And some of our own people will agree.
Will you have a Grisha queen?
My father's name was Suhm Nabri, and I am his only daughter. Will you have a Suli queen?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“I don't think I knew I was lonely until I met you.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“Here, witnessed by our Saints and our friends,” Genya said, “I speak words of both love and duty. It is not a chore but an honor to swear faith to you, to promise love to you, to offer my hand and my heart to you in this life and the next.” They were the traditional Ravkan words, spoken at the weddings of nobleman and peasant alike.
The Grisha vows were very different.
“We are soldiers,” David recited, low and shaky. He was unused to speaking in front of a crowd. “I will march with you in times of war. I will rest with you in times of peace. I will forever be the weapon in your hand, the fighter at your side, the friend who awaits your return.” His voice grew stronger and louder with every word. “I have seen your face in the making at the heart of the world and there is no one more beloved, Genya Safin, brave and unbreakable.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“Spoon!” James said, running at his uncle Gabriel and jabbing him in the thigh. Gabriel mussed the boy’s hair affectionately.
“You’re such a good boy,” he said. “I often wonder how you could possibly be Will’s.”
“Spoon,” James said, leaning against his uncle’s leg lovingly.
“No, Jamie,” Will urged. “Your honorable father has been impugned. Attack, attack!”
― Cassandra Clare, The Whitechapel Fiend