Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.
Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.
It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.
She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.
You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.
I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa