I heard you're campaigning on my behalf." He walked over to me. "That wouldn't be because you'd miss me too much if I were gone,would it?" "Don't be absurd," I scoffed. "I don't condone murder, even for people like you." "People like me,huh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You mean devilishly handsome, debonair young men who come to sweep rebellious princesses of their feet?" "You came to kidnap me, not sweep me off my feet," I said,but he waved his hand at the idea. "Semantics.

When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. The devil changes you.

I still have the same friends I've had for the last 15 or 20 years.

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.

Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.

It's not my fault everybody wants me

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.