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Enemy. Lover. Queen.
Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
Because she was Manon Blackbeak, heir to the Blackbeak Witch-Clan,
“We keep records of our patients,” Sorscha said softly—so no one else passing by the open doorway could hear. “But sometimes we forget to write down everything.”
The King’s Champion. That’s who she was. Lover, it seemed, of both the prince and his captain at one time or another.
But that didn’t stop her from loving him, as she still did, invisible and secret, ever since she’d first laid eyes on him six years ago.
Creepy lol
“Hello, Aelin Galathynius.”
Maeve ran a moon-white finger down the owl’s head. “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
Thatz right bitch
And when you were one of Manon’s Thirteen, with whom she had fought and flown for the past hundred years
So this is the thirteen
She could not remember what it was like to be free.
Manon had never met Baba Yellowlegs, and didn’t particularly care that she’d died. She was more interested in who had killed her, and why.
“We walk into the sky, witches.”
Im digging the witches
Because she’d suffer no creature to be her mount but the fiercest, the one whose blackness called to her own. As her eyes met with the endless dark of Titus’s, she smiled at the wyvern. She could have sworn he smiled back.
Thirteen from now until the Darkness embraced them,
“Watch your back. I will not be pleased if I have to find myself another heir.” Manon bowed her head. “As you will it, Grandmother.”
She silently invited him to do the calculations: a life in Adarlan with Fae blood, a life in Adarlan as a woman … His face paled.
A large white-tailed hawk was perched in the shadows.
Rowan ??
“Too bad your Champion isn’t here to save you this time,” the scarred one said quietly. “Too bad you weren’t there to save Archer Finn,” Chaol said.
Okay kale give the sass LOL will you redeem yourself or will i dislike you the whole time
And Chaol realized that he’d revealed far more than he’d ever intended.
Lol stupid boy
You have two options, Captain: we can torture it out of you and then we’ll kill you, or you can tell us what you know and we’ll make it quick for you. As painless as possible, on my honor.”
Aelin, whom he had loved, who should have been his queen, and to whom he would have one day sworn the blood oath.
It was that reminder he’d carried with him on his back, the reminder of who the sword belonged to, and to whom, when he took his last breath and went to the Otherworld, he’d finally give it.
The story of Celaena Sardothien, the infamous assassin, being trained by Arobynn Hamel, the story of her downfall and year in Endovier, and how she’d wound up in the ridiculous competition to become the King’s Champion. The story of Aelin, his Queen, in a death camp, and then serving in her enemy’s house.
Such dead, joyless eyes. She had a feeling she looked like that these days. She knew she had looked like that the night Chaol had caught her gutting Archer in the tunnel. What had left Rowan so soulless?
He released her tongue, and she gasped for breath. She swore at him, a filthy, foul name, and spat at his feet. And that’s when he bit her.
Rowan grinned. “There you are.” Blood—her blood—was on his teeth, on his mouth and chin. And those dead eyes glowed as he spat her blood onto the earth. She probably tasted like a sewer to him.
