Princess
Quotes - Killing a queen is legal only in chess
“At
length the queen gave birth to the loveliest creature that ever was seen.
Without delay the hawthorn was fastened on her head, and at the same instant,
wonderful to relate! she turned into a little monkey, and jumped and ran and
capered about the room —a perfect monkey and no mistake! At this metamorphosis
all the ladies uttered horrible cries, and the queen, more alarmed than any
one, thought she should die of despair.”
―
Madame D' Aulnoy, The Fairy Tales of Madame d’Aulnoy
“One
of them has to break," the queen said to the princess. "Only then can
it begin.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight
“Killing
a queen is legal only in chess.”
―
Tamerlan Kuzgov
“But
you are like any other knight," she said bitterly. "You want to
rescue the beautiful maiden in the tower."
"Well,
if she's there, I suppose it's only polite to rescue her. Though I'm embarassed
to say that some of my fellow knghts woud probably only be interested if the
maiden had a treasure to go along with her."
"There's
no treasure."
"I
didn't think there was. I mostly came for answers. Or maybe just the story.”
―
T.Kingfisher
“You
have princess hair," he said, pressing his lips against the strands.
The
word "reverent" popped into my head, but I pushed it away. "I'm
no princess." If I was anything, I was the scrappy orphan, making my way
in the world with only my wits.
He
gave me a slow, wicked smile. "Then why do I want to kneel for you?”
―
Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In
“You’re
perfect," he assured her.
"You're
not just saying that because you found out I'm a princess, are you?”
―
K.V. Wilson, To Speak with the Stars
“It
was not a hunt for a young princess’s amusement — it was a dance of life and
death, a dance of beginning and end.”
―
Ruslana Pidsadiuk, Queen of Archers
“Tell
me a story grandma
one
where the princess isn't always
quiet
and pretty and proud and nice.
Tell
me a story grandma,
one
where she slays the dragon
who
threatens to kill her kind.”
―
Maya Amlin, If I Have A Daughter One Day
“And
what do you expect us to do about it?" one of the voices asked curiously.
"I
don't know," Cimorene said. "Except, of course, that I would rather
not be eaten. I can't see who you are in this dark, you know."
"That
can be fixed," said the voice. A moment later, a small ball of light
appeared in the air above Cimorene's head. Cimorene stepped backward very
quickly and ran into the wall.
The
voices belonged to dragons.
Five
of them lay on or sprawled over or curled around the various rocks and columns
that filled the huge cave where Cimorene stood. Each of the males (there were
three) had two short, stubby, sharp-looking horns on either side of their
heads; the female dragon had three, one on each side and one in the center of
her forehead. The last dragon was apparently still too young to have made up
its mind which sex it wanted to be; it didn't have any horns at all.”
―
Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons
“You're
nimble on your feet.'
'I
took dancing lessons as a girl.'
'Really?'
'We
weren't always poor. Until I was fourteen, my father was as rich as a king.
They called him the Prince of Merchants.'
He
gave her a tentative smile. 'And you were his princess?'
Ice
cracked through her. 'No, Elain was his princess. Even Feyre was more his
princess than I ever was.'
'And
what were you?'
'I
was my mother's creature.' She said it with such cold it nearly froze her
tongue.
Cassian
said carefully, 'What was she like?'
'A
worse version of me.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames
“Nadia
holds her small fist out in my direction. “Princesses fist bump.”
―
Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target
“We
would perhaps have observed a little clapboarded white house, badly needing
paint, standing back a little from the street between a blacksmith’s shop and a
Chinese laundry. In place of the moat we would have noticed only an uneven
brick sidewalk, and the courtyard we would have found crowded full of new
gravestones of granite and marble. If we were very observing we might have
caught a glimpse of the white face of a serious little girl of ten or
thereabouts in a second-story window of the house.”
―
Walter Alden Dyer, Many Dogs There Be
“I
wasn’t going to let his bluntness sting me again. “I see. Well, I wasn’t about
to run up and down the hall screaming that I was a lost princess in need of
saving, don’t worry.”
I
could save myself, thank you very fucking much.”
―
Briar Boleyn, Court of Claws
“You
are quite demanding.' He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. 'I imagine a Princess
to be demanding.'
'I
am not demanding,' I stated. 'Get off me.'
He
arched a brow. 'Really?'
'Telling
you to move is not being demanding.'
'We'll
have to disagree on that.' He paused. 'Princess.”
―
Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash
“I'll
tell you who I am, although I have a feeling you already know. I'm Hawke
Flynn.'
'Hi,'
I said, feeling foolish for doing so.
The
dimple in his right cheek deepened. 'This is the part where you tell me your
name.'
My
lips nor my tongue moved.
'Then
I'll have to keep calling you Princess.”
―
Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash
“Correction,'
he said, and then he laughed as the trickle of blood seeped down his neck. It
wasn't a harsh laugh or a patronizing one. He sounded amused. 'You're an
absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.' Pausing, he glanced down.
'Nice weapon. Bloodstone and wolven bone. Very interesting...' His gaze flicked
up. 'Princess.”
―
Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash
