I will make this world a better place, whether they like it or not. That’s the fun of being Queen.

I predict a long reign ahead of you. Years of being referred to as Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, My Liege, My Queen, My Lovely.” “I don’t think that last one is a formal title,” I said. “It should be.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.

Don’t be a hero,” I told him sternly. “Protect yourself.

Wendy!” Finn shouted pulling me from my moment with Loki. “What are you doing? You’re married. And not to him.” “Nothing slips by you does it.” Loki asked.

While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.