The Cruel Prince

Immortal warriors are not immune to a well-cut nightgown.

Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control. That gods-damned nightgown. Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

Queen of Shadows · Sarah J. Maas

A god who has everything answers to no one, especially not decorum.

She’s only seventeen years old,” Llarimar said. “I can’t imagine being married to the God King at her age.” “I can’t imagine you being married to the God King at any age, Scoot,” Lightsong said. Then he pointedly cringed. “Actually, yes I can imagine it, and the dress looks painfully inelegant on you. Make a note to have my imagination flogged for its insolence in showing me that par tic u lar sight.” “I’ll put it in line right behind your sense of decorum, Your Grace,” Llarimar said dryly. “Don’t be silly,” Lightsong said, taking a sip of wine. “I haven’t had one of those in years.

Warbreaker · Brandon Sanderson

The difference between destruction and rain is who gets to name it.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Red Queen · Victoria Aveyard