There is power and there is power, my dear. My power can be vast, in the right places.

Girls are 50% of the population. We deserve to represent 50% of the heroes.

My new knight mistress is famed for wielding sharp edges: Sword, Knife and Tongue!

Sadly for my wedding plans, I learned that Nestor is a bardash. I envy the men who enjoy his favors. He has always treated me with friendship which I now value more than my old romantic feelings.

Do we say, Oh now I'm going to be nice to the weak and the small? Or do we do as we learned when we were pages?

I want to marry her, when I grow up to be a man.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.