Iko held up a hand. "You need a system debug if you're suggesting that I would abandon you know.

You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born, no matter who your dad married.

Patience, friend. They're coming for you.

You’re perfect,” he said, finishing his thought as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I don’t care if you see dead wolves and turn into a living ice sculpture when you’re having a bad day. I don’t care if I have an imprint of your teeth on my shoulder. I don’t care if you’re … fixed.” He spat the word like it tasted bad. “I want you to be safe and happy. That’s all.

Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.

The huntsman took pity on her and said, "Run away into the woods, child, and never come back.

...the walls have been bleeding for years, and no one else sees it.

I don't hate you. I am merely annoyed at your existence." -Levana, Winter

The young princess was a beautiful as daylight, She was more beautiful even than the queen herself.