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Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Royal Guard,
Like the lettuce
“I found it in my jewelry box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man.” “It’s very old looking. Been robbing the royal coffer, have you?”
“If he weren’t here, I would have said yes.” “I can easily arrange that, you know.”
He saw her face each time he closed his eyes. She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name, made him want to be a man who deserved to wear a crown.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered. “But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.”
He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her.
