Quotes About Prince

Why am I the way I am?" His tone makes it clear he's proposing something I might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. "There are no real answers, Jude. Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful to you? Because I could be. Because I liked it. Because, for a moment, when I was at my worst, I felt powerful, and most of the time, I felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.

And elsewhere in the woods, there is another party, one taking place inside a hollow hill, full of night-blooming flowers. There, a pale boy plays a fiddle with newly mended fingers while his sister dances with his best friend. There, a monster whirls about, branches waving in time with the music, There, a prince of the Folk takes up the mantle of king, embracing a changeling like a bother, and, with a human boy at his side, names a girl his champion.

Fairy tales are full of girls who wait, who endure, who suffer. Good girls. Obedient girls. Girls who crush nettles until their hands bleed. Girls who haul water for witches. Girls who wander through deserts or sleep in ashes or make homes for transformed brothers in the woods. Girls without hands, without eyes, without the power of speech, without any power at all. But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing.

There is too little beauty in the world,' says the prince airily. 'But that is not my area of greatest conceit.

Next time you'll remember not to drop your guard,' the knight says, observing the wounds on Oak's cheek. 'My vanity took the worst of the blow,' he says. 'Worried about your pretty face?' the knight asks. 'There is too little beauty in the world,' says the prince airily. 'But that is not my area of greatest conceit.

The money,' I ask. 'Was it real?' 'Oh, yes,' the Prince confirms. 'My sister would be wroth with us otherwise.' 'Wroth.' I echo the archaic word, although I know what it means. Pissed off. 'Super wroth,' he says with a grin.

They were in love with him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magic people. They loved him the way they'd loved Beast the first time he swept Belle around the dance floor in her yellow dress. They loved him as they loved the Eleventh Doctor with his bow tie and his flippy hair and the Tenth Doctor with his mad laugh.

He touches my cheek lightly with his fingers. 'You- I thought-' I stare up into his eyes, puzzled by his expression. 'Are you hurt?' he asks. I shake my head. The prince turns away from me abruptly.

The prince opens his tawny fox eyes and looks around. When he sees me, he slumps back down, as though relieved that I am still here.

I remember you,' says the door. 'My prince's lady.' 'You're mistaken,' I say. 'Seldom.' The door swings open with a slight creak that indicates disuse. 'Hail and welcome.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this"—I throw his own words back at him—"this is the least of what I can do.

I have struck the Prince of Elfhame. Oh, I am in trouble now.

There are many things I am forbidden from telling you, for I am bound by both promises and strictures. Three times I will warn you, and that's all I am permitted, so heed me. Something even more dangerous than your prince walks in his shadow. Do not seek him out.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everthing I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this ...This is the least of what I can do.

Do not fall under Prince Oak's spell,' he warns as the knight climbs up the rocks to us. 'He's not what he seems.

Let's stop here," Tiernan says, and Oak collapses gratefully into the snow. "Wren has suggested we change clothes." "I do appreciate your commitment to us looking our best," says the prince.

He rolls his eyes. "As a prince of Faerie, I flatly refuse to leave cash. It's inelegant." Tiernan shakes his head at both of us, then pokes at the foodstuffs, selecting a handful of nuts. "Gift cards are worse," Oak says when I do not respond. "I would bring shame on the entire Greenbriar line if I left a gift card." At that, I can't help smiling a little, despite my heavy heart. "You're ridiculous.

You will never know what the prince is thinking behind his smiles,' Hyacinthe says. 'You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

Prince Cardan, sixth-born to the High King Eldred, yet still the absolute worst, strides across the floor toward us

Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful to you? Because I could be. Because I liked it. Because, for a moment, I was at may worst, I felt powerful, animist of the time, I felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.

Let's stop here,' Tiernan says, and Oak collapses gratefully into the snow. 'Wren has suggested we change clothes.' 'I do appreciate your commitment to use looking our best,' says the prince.

But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

And so was Prince Cardan's reputation made. He had little to do but further it.