“How did you fare with the Queen?" he asked."I have no idea," I said honestly. "Everything she said was perfectly nice, but the whole time she was looking at me as if I were something her dog spit up.”
In Leigh Bardugo's quote, the interaction between the speaker and the Queen reveals a profound disconnect that underscores themes of perception and social hierarchies. The speaker's honest response encapsulates the unsettling nature of feeling judged or devalued, even in polite circumstances.
The phrase "everything she said was perfectly nice" suggests a façade of congeniality. This contrast between superficial politeness and underlying disdain is pivotal, highlighting how societal norms often mask genuine feelings. The use of "as if I were something her dog spit up" vividly illustrates the extent of the speaker's discomfort. It evokes a strong visual and emotional reaction, suggesting that the Queen’s demeanor rendered the speaker not just insignificant but repulsive.
Overall, this quote invites reflection on the complexities of power dynamics and the often unspoken judgments that accompany them, exposing the fragility of self-worth in the face of authority. The speaker's vulnerability in this interaction resonates, prompting readers to consider how they navigate similar experiences in their own lives.
“I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way that you did. I never belonged anywhere.""You belonged with me," he said quietly."No, Mal. Not really. Not for a long time.”
“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”
“It's probably for the best, I told myself. How would I have said goodbye to Mal anyway? Thanks for being my best friend and making my life bearable. Oh, and sorry I fell in love with you for a while there. Make sure to write!'What are you smiling at?'I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling's voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair.'Well?' he asked, looking up at me.'Myself,' I admitted.'Are you that funny?''I'm hilarious.”
“Get moving. We need to find that stag so I don’t have to chop your head off.”“I never said you had to chop my head off,” I grumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stumbling after him.“Run you through with a sword, then? Firing squad?”“I was thinking something quieter, like maybe a nice poison.”“All you said was that I had to kill you. You didn’t say how.”I stuck my tongue out at his back, but I was glad to see him so energized, and I suppose it was a good thing that he could joke about it all. At least, I hoped he was joking.”
“Did you miss me, Alina? Did you miss me when you were gone?""Every day," I said hoarsely."I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I'd catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I'd seen something I wanted to tell you about, or because I just wanted to hear your voice. And then I'd realize that you weren't there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me. I've risked my life for you. I've walked half the length of Ravka for you, and I'd do it again and again and again just to be with you, just to starve with you and freeze with you and hear you complain about hard cheese every day. So don't tell me we don't belong together," he said fiercely. He was very close now, and my heart was suddenly hammering in my chest. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see you, Alina. But I see you now.”
“I've been waiting for you a long time, Alina" He said. "You and I are going to change the world.”