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Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor camps. And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.
Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin’s. And arose.
When Celaena got back, when she returned as she’d sworn she would … Then they would set about changing the world together.
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.