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“You and I … We will always stand apart. We will always have …” She searched for the word. “Responsibilities. We will always have burdens that no one else can ever understand. That they”—she inclined her head toward Chaol and Celaena—“will never understand. And if they did, then they would not want them.”
She traced another symbol on the window.
She drawing wyrd marks
“You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize.” She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia’s eyes were locked on his. “It sleeps,” she whispered, tapping his heart. “In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid.” She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. “When it is time, I will help you.”
Interestinggg
And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye.
Yoooo what if Sylvia is right about the wyvern
The black ring on the king’s hand glinted in the dim light from the beastly fireplace, that mouth-shaped hearth that seemed poised to devour the room.
Oooh the ring
another mention of this beastly fireplace i wonder if someone gonna die in it
From his spot beside Perrington, Roland gestured to the map. Another black ring glinted on Roland’s hand—the same as the one Perrington wore, too.
Fuck why roland in on this and why hasnt Dorian been involved
Still, that icy rage was growing,
Does dorian have icy powers
He didn’t know where he was going, only that he felt freezing cold—a cold that fueled the calm, glittering rage.
A perfect circle, clean of debris, as if the glass and wood had showered everything but him. It wasn’t possible. Because magic— Magic … Dorian dropped to his knees and was violently sick.
She sat up on her elbows. “Where are you going?” He opened the door. “To get you chocolate cake.”
Dorian took a ragged breath, and Celaena suddenly realized just how cold it was in the hallway.
Im really concerned nehemia put a spell on him to get him in trouble
Dorian and the king were where his loyalty lay. Without his loyalty, he was no one. Without it, he’d given up his family, his title, for nothing.
“Princess Nehemia needs to be watched.”
He had fought and sacrificed nearly as much as Celaena had to get to this position.
Did you reallyyy sacrifice as much?
Magic had been dormant in the Havilliard bloodline for generations.
I called off the vote after you left. Mullison was furious.”
What is your game Roland
Dorian had heard the legends of the fallen Witch Kingdom, where bloodthirsty witches had overthrown the peaceful Crochan Dynasty and then ripped apart the kingdom stone by stone. Five hundred years later, songs were still sung of the deadly wars that had left the Ironteeth Clans the only ones standing on a killing field, dead Crochan queens all around them.
“The last-born witch in the Witch Kingdom.”
“And what would a man who smells of the Silver Lake do to an innocent old witch like me?”
What you hiding chaol??
She knew the stories—legends that had given her brutal nightmares as a child, a firsthand account that a former friend had once told her. Given how that friend had foully betrayed and nearly killed her, Celaena had hoped that the horrific stories about the Ironteeth witches were just more lies.
YOU KNOW WHO BETRAYED YOU
Because the hole in the wall was shaped like an eye, its iris removed to form a space that would perfectly fit the amulet she wore around her neck.
“You could rip out your own and see if it fits,” Mort sang from the doorway.
And on the grassy lip of the other side stood the white stag, watching her with ancient eyes.
It had been on a chill night like this that she’d spotted him through the bars of her prison wagon on the way to Endovier, a glimmer of a world before it was burned to ash.
Stag-synbol of Tessaran
Beneath the dark, she could have sworn she heard the rushing of a half-frozen river, swollen with melting snow off the Staghorns.
Interesting didnt she cross into a river when she was a child
As if she could ever forget the day when everything she had loved had been wrenched from her, and she’d awoken covered in blood that was not her own.
Parents death i think
“Because today is the tenth anniversary of her parents’ death.”
Dorian ran a finger down his mother’s family tree. It was dotted with Havilliards along the way; a close mingling of their two families for the past few centuries that had given rise to numerous kings.
Several gifted people had married into the bloodline, but their children hadn’t been born with the power, no matter what manner of gifts their parents possessed. Was it coincidence, or divine will?
And since then, no Fae blood had bred into their line.
If Elena had gifted the line with her power, then perhaps answers could be found elsewhere …
But there it was: a history of the Galathynius line, starting with the Fae King Brannon himself. Dorian flipped through the pages, his brows raised high. He’d known the line was blessed with magic, but this … It was a powerhouse. A bloodline so mighty that other kingdoms had lived in terror of the day the Lords of Terrasen would come to claim their lands.
OMG ELENA IS DORIAN AND CELAENA’S ANCESTOR, ALSO DAMN ELENA COMING DIRECTLY FROM BRANNON AND ELENAS BLOODLINE
If the heir of Terrasen, Aelin Galathynius, had lived, would she have become a friend, an ally? His bride, perhaps?
CELAENA AND DORIAN 4EVA
He’d met her once, in the days before her kingdom became a charnel house. The memory was hazy, but she’d been a precocious, wild girl—and had set her nasty, brutish older cousin on him in order to teach Dorian a lesson for spilling tea on her dress.
HOLY SHIT DOES CELAENA REMEMBER
It was Chaol’s birthday, and he should at least say hello to his friend before Celaena whisked him off.
He could let go. He had let go. He’d let go. Let go. Let—
He could trust no one.
“It’s the Fae woman’s garden—from Rena Goldsmith’s song,”
“How long have you been paying attention?”
Ahhh this is wear her assasin skills have been going lol
Did his parents have any idea that in the entire castle, in the entire kingdom, there was no one more noble and loyal than him?
The sort of man that she hadn’t believed existed, not after Sam, not after everything that had happened.
Chaol’s face was bone white. He backed away, shaking his head. “You’ve gone mad.”
Betrayal time?
“Have you lost your senses completely?” His words rose into a shout, a riot of rage and fear that rushed through him so fast he could hardly think. “He’ll kill you! He will kill you if he finds out.”
“And you’d rather I kill innocent men?” “Those men are traitors to the crown!”
Oh boy
“He’ll kill you, and make me do it as punishment for being your friend.” That was the terror that he grappled with—the fear that plagued him, the thing that had kept him on this side of the line for so long.
And because she was young, and so damn clever and amusing and wonderful, wherever she made her home, there would be some man who would fall in love with her and who would make her his wife, and that was the worst truth of all.
Come on chaol dont reduce her to just a wife
“We’ll find that place, then,” he said quietly. “What?” Her brows narrowed. “I’ll go with you.”
“Perhaps my duties aren’t what I expected them to be.” The king kept things from him; there were so many secrets, and perhaps he was little more than a puppet, part of the illusion that he was starting to see through …
Ok chaol maybe catching on
“Because,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “you remind me of how the world ought to be. What the world can be.”
Because from the moment he’d pulled her out of that mine in Endovier and she had set those eyes upon him, still fierce despite a year in hell, he’d been walking toward this, walking to her.
