At least she speaks well," his father said, sipping from his wine. Chaol clenched his free hand so hard his glove groaned. "Better than that other one-the swaggering assassin." Yrene knew. All of it. She knew every scrap of history, knew whose note she carried in her locket. But it didn't ease the blow, not as his father added, "Who, it turned out, is Queen of Terrasen." A mirthless laugh. "What a prize you might have had then, my son, if you'd managed to keep her." "Yrene is the finest healer of her generation," Chaol said with deadly quiet. "Her worth is greater than any crown." And in this war, it might very well be. "You don't need to bother proving my value to him," Yrene said, her icy eyes pinned on his father. "I know precisely how talented I am. I don't require his blessing.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ Kingdom of Ash ]
www.QuoteSweet.com