Robert Jordan

Abruptly Allidandre put out her cup on one side without looking as if excepting a tray to be there. One was, barely in time to catch the cup, and Maigdhin who held it muttered something Perrin hoped Faile had not heard. Fail was death on servants using that kind of language. He started to rise as Alliandre approach him, but to his shock she knelt gracefully in front of him, catching his hands with hers. Before he knew what she was doing she twisted her hands so were back to back between his palms. She clung so hardher hands must have hurt; for sure he was not certain he could loose himself without hurting her.
“Unde the Light”, she said firmly looking up at him, “I Alliandre Maritha Kiragi, pledge my fealty and service to Lord Perrin Aybara of the Two Rivers, now and for all time, save he chooses to release me of his own will. My lands and throne are his, and I yield them to his hand. So do I swear.”
For an instant there was a silence broken only by Gallenes gasp and the muted thud of his winecup hitting the rug.