"I'm not an avian lady, to be courted with poetry and flowers. I'm not a serpiente dancer, who can be impressed by a harja and a gift of a handmade melos. I am the wyvern of Wyvern's Court, and I cannot afford to choose as my king a man who is not able to accept both sides of me, and both sides of this land. If you are going to feel threatened by Urban, it shouldn't be because he kissed me. It should be because he came with me to the northern hills during Festival. Avian merchants watched him as if certain he was going to steal from them. Alistairs and parents stepped between him and any lady or child he stood too near or — sky forbid — tried to talk to. In short, they treated him worse than they would have treated a beggar wolf from the forest. But he stayed.
"You say you are trying to court me. So, if you're going to feel challenged by anything, feel challenged by that."
Wolfcry by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes