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Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Chaol looked straight at Aedion. “Aelin is alive.”
“She has no hope, Prince. She has no hope left in her heart. Help her. If not for her sake, then at least for what she represents—what she could offer all of us, you included.” “And what is that?” he dared ask. Emrys met his gaze unflinchingly as he whispered, “A better world.”
had been ten years—ten long years since she had heard her mother’s voice. But she heard it then over the force of her weeping, as clear as if she knelt beside her. Fireheart—why do you cry? “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”

