Royals Rachel Hawkins Quotes

I wasn't interrupting," I interrupted, and Ms. East's mouth tilted down ever farther, which meant I'd just crossed into the land of Royally Screwed.

...all that matters is the truth as you know it, and as the ones who love you know it.

He just showed up like a posh vampire I accidentally invited in, then couldn't make leave.

No, what surprises me is the sudden, jolting, and undeniable realization that even though I didn’t want to, I’ve fallen for an actual princess.

One of my favorite things about Scotland so far is that the unicorn is their national animal. You really can’t hate a country where that’s the case.

It’s not cool to stare, I know that, but this is literally the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.

I love you, Flora,” I say, and even though there’s a crowd around us, and bodyguards and other royals, it feels like it’s just us. Like we’re back in our room at Gregorstoun, or out on the moors under the stars. “And yes, sometimes you make me crazy, and we’re definitely going to have to talk about the whole high-handed thing, but . . . it’s worth it. You’re worth it.

I met a queen once,” Dad muses. “She tried to put her hand down my trousers.” Dad looks over at me and raises his eyebrows. “Surely this can’t go any worse than that.

Did I rush in?” she asks, and I take a deep breath before shaking my head. “No. No, for the first time since I met you, I think you might have had perfect timing.

You're looking a bit bolshy. [...] Like a Bolshevik, [...] Someone about to start a revolution.

So I’m not going to be able to get up on the fence and sing ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’ while waving six American flags and twirling a baton?

Are you saying I’m better than a sword to the eye?” I ask, and he chuckles. The sound is warm and soft, and I swear I can feel it, dancing over the knobs of my spine. Oh my god, this rain needs to end soon. “Maybe not better, but certainly not worse,

For a boy I’d once thought was made mostly of tweed, Miles can kiss.

little moment of understanding that feels weirdly nice, given that it comes from a guy who I’m not entirely convinced isn’t a tea cozy cursed by a witch to live as a real-life boy.

The stag is nowhere to be seen, and Flora reaches up to flick her wet hair out of her eyes, her chest heaving as she scans the landscape. Then she says, “You know what? It’s actually unicorns who are our national animal, not stags. Just remembered.” Teeth chattering, I glare at her. “Well, maybe one will turn up.

I need a list of every den of iniquity in the city of Edinburgh,” I blurt out.

Dad goes back inside, and I smile as I watch him go. I’ve missed having my parents around, which is a sentiment that might get me kicked out of teendom, but it’s the truth. No matter how embarrassing my dad might be, how distracted my mom always is, they love us. They’re easy to be around, and they’ve only ever wanted us to be healthy and happy. In that way, we’re a lot luckier than the royals.

You. Are. The. Worst,” I enunciate, pointing at her. “What’s so hard about your life? Oh, boo-hoo, you’re missing a fashion show. Oh no, your parents want you to have a good and interesting education. What a shame, you have two of them, and they both care about you.

Scotland so far is that the unicorn is their national animal.

bleurghy.

then

Miles stares at me for a moment before blinking owlishly. “I . . . don’t have a list like that?” He thinks for a second, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

kerfuffle will make things easier on her?