“He is tired. He is broken. And he doesn’t want to fight anymore. Part of me doesn’t either. Part of me wishes I could submit to chains, to captivity and silence. But I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again.”

“He is tired. He is broken. And he doesn’t want to fight anymore. Part of me doesn’t either. Part of me wishes I could submit to chains, to captivity and silence. But I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again.”

— Victoria Aveyard