Sarah D. Maas. The courtyard of the Fog and Rage (№ 325766)

- Try not to take the head.
I knew all of his hearing. And he knew it, too.
I looked at the bowed heads of his subjects, my heart was pounding, but I asked a soft, midnight whispers:
- What?
The Rice breath touched my ear, the gentle caress, the exact copy of the one that he gave me less than an hour ago in the sky.
- That every man here is thinking that he is ready to give, to feel your body your pretty red mouth.