The High Lord did not smile. I kept my face neutral, vaguely bored. His gaze drifted to my chest, the bare skin revealed by the sweeping vee of my gown, as if he could see where that spark of life, his power, had gone. Rhys followed that gaze. "Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apples." I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he'd looked at me, at the others. "Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Mist and Fury ]
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