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Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
The following day she didn’t expect the messenger who arrived after breakfast, asking for the name of her village. And when she hesitated, he said that the Crown Prince wanted to know. Wanted to know, so he could have it added to his personal map of the continent.
And this is why we LOVE Dorian!!!
the green-eyed twins Faline and Fallon,
Well there's part of Falin's namesakes
Rowan grinned. “There you are.” Blood—her blood—was on his teeth, on his mouth
NOT ROWAN SAYING RHYSANDS FIRST WORDS OMG
“And my Shadows?” Manon asked Asterin. “How are they doing?” Edda and Briar, two cousins that were as close as sisters, had been trained since infancy to blend into any sliver of darkness and listen—and
Her shadows huh? Now I get why people think Briar here is the same Briar in ACOTAR.
Gavriel’s attention darted between her and Rowan, his nostrils flaring—he was smelling her.
Foreshadowing mates?
Oh, he was definitely fussing, and though it warmed her miserable heart, it was becoming rather irritating.
His eyes narrowed, and they had yet another of their wordless conversations. The more you talk, the more I’m going to make you pay in a moment. She smiled slightly. Apologies, master. I am yours to instruct. Brat.
Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.
Falling in love, are we?
So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.
The next morning, by royal decree, the theater was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.
Fuuuuuuck...
So I am staying. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.”
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole.
When Dorian had spoken, it hadn’t been a prince who looked at him. It had been a king.
“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.”
It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.
She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
