Fearless Lauren Roberts Quotes

You don't need a blade. I would bleed if only you asked.

Love each other for me.

For those fearless enough to follow their heart

You’re quite the poet, Prince.” Moonlight pools in the dimple that accompanies his grin. “And you the muse, darling.

I’ll be forced to spend my days at her service but never at her side. In her shadow but never truly seen. In love with a girl I’d have bowed to long before she became my queen.

I’ve been nothing but willing when it comes to drowning in those ocean eyes. But now, I can’t fathom drowning if she is not the anchor I’m sinking with.

Every brutal act is born of love.

Speaking of ass, how’s the view back there, Gray?

Pae, let me force every person in this kingdom to their knees for you.

In love with a girl I’d have bowed to long before she became my queen.

At the end of a blade, I would love you. Until it pierced my throat, I would say ‘yes’ to you.

So in the wise words of Adena, this is simply a good way to say goodbye until....whatever the hell." "Until whatever the hell." Paedyn repeats with a nod.

Damn the pretending. Damn the hiding. Damn everything but him and us and this moment where I need him.

It was her I was meant to adore in this world and crawl to in the one after.

Nothing is stronger than a woman who is told she’s weak.

My thumb drags lazily over her bottom lip. “Does that mean I have to drag you into a closet every time I want to touch you?

Don’t do that,” I breathe. “Do what?” I duck my head. “Ruin me.

Perhaps in another life, I learn to love him from afar. And that is the most fearless thing of them all.

Marry me, Pae. I’m already on one knee, but I’ll get down on both and beg for you, if you like.

I dip my head, hiding the twitch of my lips. Then I tuck our moment into that quiet part of my mind, right alongside the others. Just in case we never get the chance to share another.

I can’t seem to die, can I?” I wipe a loose tear from my eye. “What was it you called me?” I can see the exact moment recognition lights his face. “A cockroach,” he chuckles, head shaking. “You’re a damn cockroach, Princess.

This life is sweet. Like honey.

We are all waiting for someone.

Darling, I’d be in this bed beside you if my brother hadn’t slipped a ring onto your finger.

An Ordinary who somehow survived their Purging Trials, committed treason, killed their king, and is still standing here before them, alive against all odds.

I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.” His fingers weave into my hair, slide along the back of my neck. “You are my inevitable. In life and in death.

Perhaps in another life, I am brave enough to confess that I love him. Perhaps in another life, I learn to love him from afar. And that is the most fearless thing of them all.

Her nose nudges mine, and I silently beg that she will never flick another’s. Her lips have only just brushed mine when the door flies open.

Take care of her for me,” she whispers atop his pale skin. “Take care of her, Mak.” I almost don’t hear her final, broken whisper. “See you in the sky.

Bury me…” Kitt takes several shallow breaths. Then he smiles. “Under the willow tree. I… I won’t be lonely there.

When mist meets the deepest sea. When a Shadow faces its Flame. When inevitability meets its end. When I stare into the face of what it is I love most.

So slip it off.

The last thing I see is a shake of his head before the world flips upside down. I squeal when he throws me over his shoulder, hair dangling and face angled toward the now-muddy ring. “Did you sense that coming, Little Psychic?

Oh, I’ll still have my eyes on you when I’m drunk, darling. And that is exactly the problem.

our little girl is a messy mixture of two strangers who fell in love.

Then you have no idea how much power you hold over me.

Hey,” I amend gently, pulling at the hem of her shirt until she stumbles against me. “Talk to me.

Death is the only constant in my life, like an old friend who hones every one of my dark secrets into a weapon. He calls me weak and all I hear is Ordinary. He calls me doomed and all I hear is an earnest promise. His is the hand my bloody fingers reach for because there is comfort in his imminence.

(Oh, I can bite. You only need to ask, darling.)

My breath catches at the brush of calluses against my skin. Kai.

old friend who hones every one of my dark secrets into a weapon.

Paedyn rivaled me, the stars, the very sea with her gaze.

I want to tell you a secret, but I’m scared of it.” He offers to say it for me. I nod. I notice what is hooked around his fingers, dangling from the hand beneath my knees. “You found my shoes!” He whispers the three-worded secret. “You found my shoes for me.” Another murmured declaration of devotion. Tears prick my eyes. “… you found my shoes for me.” He says he loves me. Again and again.

If you were sick of getting your ass kicked, just say that.” The corner of his mouth lifts begrudgingly. “Oh, is that what you think?” “Let’s just say I can sense it.” I lean in, whispering, “I’m kind of a Psychic.

I breathe in my bride. She tastes like my forever. We walk from beneath the willow’s canopy, hand in hand. King and queen. Shadow and Flame. Poet and muse.

And if we wish for our great kingdom to remain, we will welcome Ordinaries back into it.

I love you, Kai. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Paedyn, I love you. Like nothing else before, I love you.

I love you. And I’ve been waiting to tell you since I realized your eyes are my favorite color and your freckles the only constellation worth looking at. I could lie—say that you’ve stolen my every thought and heartbeat like the thief you are, but all of me was already yours. Pae, you are my inevitable.

My composure begins to crumble with every step she takes toward me. Tears well in my eyes, but I smile for her. Always for her.

I admire the rose and its thorns. Even the prettiest things can bite.

Pae.” His voice is ragged. “I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.” His fingers weave into my hair, slide along the back of my neck. “You are my inevitable. In life and in death.

You’re not supposed to touch me at all.” “But you could command me to,” I drawl. “Then I’d simply be following an order.

Forget-me-nots because you always seem to be forgetting who I am." "You're the king of Ilya." "And who am I to you?" "My fool." "Don't forget 'cocky bastard'" "You wouldn't let me, even if I tried." "And you are forever my undoing, Paedyn Gray. Marry me, Pae. I'm already on one knee, but I'll get down on both and beg for you, if you like.

She was my A. But she was his Dena.

So be my weakness, then.

He kisses the pad of my thumb before the war begins.

Because I love you, Paedyn Gray. And I will happily spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.” “I love you,” she says, suddenly stern. “And I will spend the rest of my life shouting it until even Astrum hears, because it is Death who should fear me if he ever tries to take you away.

She knows this game. And Kit loves it.

So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won’t see it with your face to the ground.

Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” “It’s not promises I care to keep—it’s you.

I would spend the rest of my days making her flower crowns if she wanted to be a queen. My queen. Not Kitt's. Not Ilya's. Mine

Us.

There are very few reasons for a meeting between two cloaked figures in the dead of night. Unsurprisingly, the list is as short as it is unseemly. For some, it is love. For most, it is lust. Lust for money. Lust for purpose. Lust for revenge. But in some cases, it is love that first spurs these lusts. Or rather, the loss of it. Though these odd contradictories are rare, they are consistently tragic.

You are my inevitable. In life and in death.

I’m too selfish to let you go so easily.” “Then pretend.

Bury me as close to him as possible.” “Mother, please—” “I want to reach out and grab his hand.

Good. Bad.” I shrug a shoulder. “We are all just shadows of what we believe to be true.

She is a vision, something so ethereal in this moment that I may just believe there is a God. She is the closest thing to a deity.

Fight back, Pae. I need you to fight back.

Your arrogance is astounding as always, Kai.” “Thank you.” I cut him a glance. “That wasn’t a compliment.” “Then don’t say my name, and I won’t thank you for the sound.

A king. A queen. A princess. A rock and an ear of corn.

I’m sure. Now, did you bring anything else back?” He inches closer, making her giggle. “Maybe some new freckles?

She draws a circle above the king’s thumping heart as she says it, just as she has so many times before.

Only, it does not matter that every beat of my heart belongs to her. Because she does not belong to me.

I could fall to my knees, beg to be the only one worthy of witnessing her.

I’m not even surprised when she bursts into my room. I’ve been up for hours, pacing in the darkness and hoping she will stride in to brighten it. “Where’s your sword? I need to hit something.” A ray of sunshine, this one.

I’m breathless at the sight of her, doomed by the hope of having her. It’s a beautiful ruin, a devastating devotion. This girl holds my heart in her hands, could crush it between her fingers and still have me thanking her for the touch. And I hold her shoes.

My heart bangs against my chest, beating for her, beating for every moment we may never get to spend together. And when words finally spill from her lips, she might as well have plunged a dagger into my back like she promised so long

My eyes lift to his, and whatever it is he sees within them has the Enforcer looking at me as though I've already become his queen. And some possessive part of myself aches to command him to never look away.

Are you completely unaware of how devastating you are?" Kai chuckles darkly. "You don't need a blade. I would bleed if you only asked." "Then I wouldn't ask," I retort sternly. "No, you wouldn't." He steps out into the hall, tossing his next damning sentence over a shoulder. "As my queen, you would command it

What did you think we were going to do? Hide for the rest of our lives beneath the willow tree?

My name means nothing to me until she speaks it. Nothing until she claims it as her own.

You are my inevitable. In death, and in love.

You’re fucking related,” Kai spews.

They are a pretty pair, the Azer brothers. And I have the rest of my life to spend with them. Married to one and in love with the other.

This is no grand wedding. We wear no crowns or jewels. This is the gathering of loved ones, and the spirits of those left behind. This is a union of souls that ache to be stitched together.

It's as though she is whole again in my arms, reunited with the ghost of her father and held in the arms of her Enforcer. And when she kisses me, long and fierce, I realize how happily I'd live the rest of my life at the end of a blade. So long as she is the one holding it.

That tether between us grows taut, heavy with the weight of so many unspoken words. But even the strongest of ties wear over time. It will be the slow death of us, spending every day alongside each other but never truly together.

Today, Paedyn’s Trial will consist of retrieving her crown from the crypt she is buried in.

The fountain where I’d thoroughly splashed Kitt lies at the center of it all….

Sun and sand and her bloody, broken body in my lap suddenly flash before my eyes.

I would spend the rest of my days making her flower crowns if she wanted to be a queen. My queen. Not Kitt's. Not Ilya's. Mine.

Forever my undoing

Perhaps in another life, I am strong enough to never need proof of it. Perhaps in another life, I am brave enough to confess that I love him. Perhaps in another life, I learn to love him from afar. And that is the most fearless thing of them all.

He inches towards me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, bu you are my undoing. My deliverance. My downfall disguised as a deity". Anther slow step. "You are my ruin." I'm dazed, unable to do anything but let a smile tug at my lips. "Call us even. Call me crazy. I don't care. Just..." His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. "Just call me yours.

Guess who, Little Psychic?” My heart stutters, yet I somehow manage to keep my voice steady. “Someone who has already forgotten my new title?” Kai’s dry chuckle drifts into the breeze as I stand to lean over the railing. “Majesty, I have many titles for you. Not all are appropriate to shout.” I roll my eyes. I can’t help but leap at the distraction he offers from my spiraling thoughts. “What do you want, cocky bastard?” “You forgot the ‘my’ in front of that endearing nickname.

We eye each other, and for the first time since setting that crown atop his head, I think we might just understand each other. Because suddenly, I see myself in him again. Paedyn is not a right or a wrong, not something as simple as a yes or a no. She is confusion itself, a feeling unplaced, a color between black and white. Hell, she is my Silver Savior. And hating her is not as simple as it may seem. But for me, it is not loving her that has proven to be difficult.

I thought I'd known torment until it wrapped around her finger. No, torment is tangible, and it gleams atop her tanned skin. I stare, unblinking, at the symbol my brother slid onto her finger. It is binding. It is infinite. It is my undoing. A laugh threatens to slip past my numb lips. It's not as though she hadn't promised to be my ruin, hadn't already become my demise. She is the single most destructive thing I have ever desired, and yet, it is the diamond on her finger that will destroy me. I watch Paedyn through the gaps of a gawking crowd, just as I will for the rest of my life. I'll be forced to spend my days at her service but never at her side. In her shadow but never truly seen. In love with a girl I'd have bowed to long before she became my queen.

I know how you refuse to thank the Plague. It is understandable, admirable, even, how valiantly you despise the thing that made your survival so difficult. But I do thank the Plague. I whisper my gratitude for it when you are sound asleep in my arms, when your fingers flick the tip of my nose. In the quiet moments, I thank the Plague for you. If it weren't for the dividing of Ordinaries and Elites so many years ago, I would have never found my way to you. My coins are always at risk in your presence, but no saving of my life would have been necessary that day. No Silencers. No Purging Trials. No stolen moments under the willow. When I thank the Plague, it is not for the power it has gifted me, but for the privilege of you. Nothing makes me stronger than the weakness that is you, Paedyn Gray. And if, in the next lifetime, you choose to steal from me again, I would happily give you all my soul if it meant a place besides yours. But until then, I will watch you become another's reason to thank the Plague. You, Pae, are my inevitable. (I love you.)