Rule Of The Aurora King Quotes

But I am not his conquest. I am not his to claim. I’m not part of their royal line. I have my own family. And I am my own fucking castle.

To every woman who’s been told they’re too wild. Too impulsive. Too much. May you always stay that way.

Yes, you can. You’re going to do this because you are the strongest fucking woman I’ve ever met. Because you’re a queen without her crown and it’s time to take it back. Do you hear me?

Only one horse? I’m not riding with you.

I thought you said this was done,” he replies, his intense gaze searing into me. “Fuck what I said.” “Oh, thank gods.

It’s there, in all its decaying glory. A story of sadness and loss. Of ego and mistakes and the consequences of wanting too much. A shadow of the legacy that has haunted me every single day of my life. The Queendom of Heart.

She’s mine. I don’t know why I believe it with such conviction, but deep in my bones, I know she belongs to me. And I’ll die before anyone else touches her.

This is when she’s her most radiant. When I’d gladly fall to my knees and destroy entire continents if she asked. Even if she didn’t.

There’s a disconcerting sense that I’ve found something I’ve lost. Like I’ve come home.

Of course, she was beautiful. She didn’t need this male to validate that. He

She hadn’t benefited from an ideal role model, but she vowed to do better.

I want her like I want air and the magic that flows in my veins.

It’s as though her spirit has always understood her legacy and her purpose.

He reaches out, his thumb gently brushing my cheek, where I know the bottom tip of my scar sits. “It’s ugly, I know. But it’s a reminder,” I say, waiting for him to grimace or make a scathing remark. “It’s not ugly at all. It’s noble.” “It speaks to something important about your character that you wear it so proudly. I’ve never, for one moment, thought it was ugly. I remember the first time I saw you at the ball, how beautiful you were.

Serce controlled the twitch of a muscle in her face as she resisted the urge to raise an imperious eyebrow. Of course, she was beautiful. She didn’t need this male to validate that. He made it sound like he was doing her a favor by noticing. Atlas was pleasing enough to look at, but she hoped he wouldn’t kick up a fuss when he realized he held the secondary role in this relationship. What she needed was a partner who looked the part but knew when to keep his mouth shut.

You’re going to ruin me, too, Inmate,” he says softly, making me realize I just said at least part of that out loud. “Lucky for you, we’ll go down in the blaze together.

The royal family wears black. Nadir’s companions wear black. But I am not his conquest. I am not his to claim. I’m not part of their royal line. I have my own family.

Zerra, I want to kill my father. I want to shove his head into a hole filled with scorpions and watch him choke on his own tongue. I want to rip him apart with my bare hands and bathe in his blood. But first, I have to get Lor out of here.

I vow then to show her how sex can be with someone who doesn’t force her into it. I may be a lot of things, but I am not that kind of male. I will wait until she asks. Until she’s clear that she wants it. Then I’ll show her how it can be with someone who worships every inch of her body from their knees.

I don’t know what that bastard did to you, but I’m going to help you get your crown, Heart Queen, and I’m going to make him pay. For all of it.

jerk my body, attempting to dislodge my restraints, but all I’m rewarded with is a low, dark chuckle. I hate this magic of his—it’s so fucking inconvenient.

Lor,” he whispers. His voice is soft, but there’s something as jagged as torn iron buried in that single syllable. He said my name. My actual name and I’ve never loved the sound of it more than I do at this moment. That simple, nothing name that was given to me to keep me as anonymous and unremarkable as possible. Somehow, he makes it sound like it’s a name forged in fire and created for a queen.

I’m not the Heart Queen.” Yet.

When did I start to care about this woman who should mean nothing to me? The moment I laid eyes on her, that’s when. Fuck.

But I didn’t want to. She’s mine. I don’t know why I believe it with such conviction, but deep in my bones, I know she belongs to me. And I’ll die before anyone else touches her.

He will never break me. “Show me how you’re going to make me talk, oh mighty prince. I promise there’s nothing you can do I haven’t already survived.

We’re both caught in a trance, our breaths the only sounds in the room. But I’ve never felt more at peace than I do right now. I’ve never felt so comfortable in my own body. There’s a disconcerting sense that I’ve found something I’ve lost. Like I’ve come home.

Zerra, you’re going to destroy me, aren’t you, Heart Queen?

In this Keep that once haunted my dreams with this dark prince at my feet, I feel more powerful than I ever have in my life.

It’s addictive. The way she hates me. The way she burns with that fire that glows so white hot, I ache whenever she looks at me. Like she’s always just on the edge of erupting and blowing my entire life to pieces.

My…our grandmother was the Heart Queen who almost broke the world.

How can this woman have spent half her life in Nostraza and turn out like that? It should have broken her. It should have left her as a shell. But somehow, she survived both that and Atlas’s Trials and came out on the other end in a blazing ball of confident fire that threatens to burn me up every time she walks into the room.

You will be the most powerful, Serce,” he said, his words low and dangerous. “And I will stand beside you—my queen, my heart, my mate—and help you take it all.

Be a good girl,” he purrs in my ear and my heart kicks in my chest. “Spread your legs.

And her scent. Fuck, it filled every pore of my skin. Every nerve in my body. Every channel in my brain. I was drowning in a sea of it, and if that had been my last night alive on this plane, I would have regretted nothing. I’d been a fool to keep her here all night, but my stupid pride wouldn’t let her go.

Their attraction had been instant. She’d never felt this kind of visceral need to be touched by anyone like this before.

Nadir walks forward and bends on his knee, his head bowing. “What are you doing?” He looks up with a smirk. “Kneeling for the queen.

She smells like every fantasy I’ve ever had. Like the roots growing in the earth and the hearts of blooming roses. Like lightning and smoke and pure untamed flames.

I’ve never felt more at peace than I do right now. I’ve never felt so comfortable in my own body. There’s a disconcerting sense that I’ve found something I’ve lost. Like I’ve come home.

I am your worst nightmare, Inmate. But right now, I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re not going to care.

so I might as well be fighting an iron tree with the personality of a cactus.

Nadir is handsome, and I’m having a purely physical reaction.

When she ran off and was nearly attacked by that ozziller, all I could see was a red haze of fury. I didn’t need to destroy that monster with as much force as I did, but I wanted to do more than stop it. I wanted it to suffer. For daring to threaten her, I wanted it to feel the excruciating agony of my wrath even after it was dead.

Nadir walks forward and bends on his knee, his head bowing. “What are you doing?” He looks up with a smirk. “Kneeling for the queen.” “Stop that,” I say. He grins and tips his head. “You look glorious up there.

It’s so beautiful,” I say. “It is,” Nadir agrees, but when I look at him, he’s staring intently at me.

As if reading my mind, he lets out another exaggerated sigh, and who would have thought an immortal prince could be so fucking petty? “Sweet dreams, Inmate,” he says, a definite thread of amusement in his voice. I hold back the snarl perched on the roof of my mouth, refusing to give him even a shred of satisfaction as I stare into the dark and vow to kill him. Slowly and painfully.

With my gaze deliberately pinned on him, I step out from his towering shadow and before he can stop me, I reach for the same crystal dish and hurl it against the wall. It smashes apart with a resounding shatter, and I turn to him with a triumphant smile, flipping a lock of my hair over my shoulder. I flutter my eyelashes innocently. “You were saying?

You’ll just sit there like a queen while I worship you from my knees.

Gods, when she scolds me like that, I want to kiss her. Partly to shut her up, but mostly to feel those lips against mine and bask in that savage anger as I tear off her clothes and fuck her so hard she sees stars.

Good girl,” he says and then gives me a surprised look, as though he hadn’t meant to say that.

Expect a lot of angst and pining in this one, and maybe a moment or two when you want to throw the book across the room?

Of course, she was beautiful. She didn’t need this male to validate that.

I will not give him back the upper hand. This was my move, and I’m keeping the ball in my court.

Because my father doesn’t agree with me. His style is more about fear and intimidation. The withholding of basic needs. After all, if everyone is too happy, how would he control them?

Isn’t she perfect?” She looks at me, her face shining and a knowing glint in her eye. “Yes,” I say, my voice rough. “Perfect.

His words are spiced air and dark tendrils of smoke

I’m missing something vital about this entire situation.

I already belonged to the Aurora King for twelve long years. And then Atlas tried to cage me, too. I will never belong to anyone ever again. He will never have my heart.

Lor is mine. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. I just need to be patient. Still, I rub at my chest, wondering how I’m not bleeding out on the floor thanks to the gaping wound in my heart.

Inmate.

I have a lot of trauma to unpack that goes beyond just what happened with Atlas. Spending years compartmentalizing my torture and my abuse allows me to function in a somewhat normal way, but I’m not foolish enough to think it means I won’t have to face it, eventually.

She behaves exactly like a queen. A slightly wild one with a short fuse, but a queen nonetheless.

It should have broken her. It should have left her as a shell. But somehow, she survived both that and Atlas’s Trials and came out on the other end in a blazing ball of confident fire that threatens to burn me up every time she walks into the room. It’s as though her spirit has always understood her legacy and her purpose.

Oh, to have the confidence of a male born to privilege.

I’ll show her how it can be with someone who worships every inch of her body from their knees.

I need some time to think,” Serce said to no one in particular, and then spun on her heel to storm out.

My actual name and I’ve never loved the sound of it more than I do at this moment.