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It would take a monster to destroy a monster.
Varese, the city where her mother had been born; the vibrant heart of the kingdom.
All Fae possessed a secondary animal form. Celaena was currently in hers, her mortal human body as animal as the birds wheeling above.
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
And then she said one of the foulest things she’d ever uttered in her life, bathing in the pure hate of it. “Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”
Omg bitch you did not!?!?!?
“We’re related, you know.” “We’ve as much blood in common as I do with the fortress pig-boy.”
Ohhhh
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.
Dorian 🙄🙄🙄 do you ever date in your class
With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Chaol looked straight at Aedion. “Aelin is alive.”
Aelin, whom he had loved, who should have been his queen, and to whom he would have one day sworn the blood oath.
Wait so she was supposed to be married to him 😂😂😂😂😂
“They are better off without me, just as you said.”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
Ok daddy
Manon named her wyvern Abraxos, after the ancient serpent who held the world between his coils at the behest of the Three-Faced Goddess.
“My queen will die heirless sooner than marry a man from Adarlan.”
“When she returns,” Aedion said quietly, “what she will do to the King of Adarlan will make the slaughtering ten years ago look merciful.” And in his heart, Aedion hoped he spoke true.
Her mother had called her Fireheart.
“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.”
“My mother”—the words made her sick, but she said them for some reason—“told me that the drop of water in my magic was my salvation—and sense of self-preservation.”
And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.
Ermergerd
“First thing,” he breathed, “we’re not friends. I’m still training you, and that means you’re still under my command.” The flicker of hurt must have shown, because he leaned closer, his grip tightening on her jaw. “Second—whatever we are, whatever this is? I’m still figuring it out, too. So if I’m going to give you the space you deserve to sort yourself out, then you can damn well give it to me.”
Jesus Rowan. Cut out my heart and sew it back would ya 😂
“You’re staying with me from now on.”
She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn’t let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.
Oh, he was definitely fussing, and though it warmed her miserable heart, it was becoming rather irritating.
“You need to keep up your energy. You probably came so close to burnout because you didn’t have enough food in your stomach.”
“Immortality is not as much of a gift as mortals would believe. It can breed monsters that even you would be sick to learn about. Imagine the sadists you’ve encountered—and then imagine them with millennia to hone their craft and warped desires.”
“I don’t think my kitty-cat friend would know what to do with you—nor would any of the others. It would likely end in bloodshed.” She kept grinning, and he crossed his arms. “They would likely have very little interest in you, as you’ll be old and decrepit soon enough and thus not worth the effort it would take to win you.” She rolled her eyes. “Killjoy.”
“There are thousands of slaves in Endovier, and a good number are from Terrasen. Regardless of what I do with my birthright, I’m going to find a way to free them someday. I will free them. Them, and all the slaves in Calaculla, too. So my scars serve as a reminder of that.”
“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”
“First chocolates on my birthday, now an actual compliment?”
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.
Probably my new favorite quote
Sometimes she’d awaken and reach for the warm, male body beside hers, only to realize it was not the captain—that she would never again lie next to Chaol, not after what had happened. And when she remembered that, it sometimes hurt to breathe.
Ugghhhhhhh come on already chaol is trash. We’ve been over this for fucks sale
All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing.
If Chaol—if he’d truly been my mate, I wouldn’t have been able to do that, would I?” He was silent for a long while. “You hadn’t been in your Fae form for ten years, so perhaps your instincts weren’t even able to take hold. Sometimes, mates can be together intimately before the actual bond snaps into place.” “It’s a useless hope to cling to, anyway.” “Do you want the truth?” She tucked her chin into her tunic and closed her eyes. “Not tonight.”
Ok so Rowan obviously knows and not in mad she didn’t want to know because that means I don’t get to know!
So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.
“Word just arrived from Wendlyn. Reinforcements aren’t coming.” “They didn’t come ten years ago,” she said, her throat raw though she had not spoken in hours. Cold, glittering calm was now flowing in her veins. “Why should they bother helping now?”
I mean fair lol
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.
“No,” he snarled. He knew Aelin was alive, because during all these weeks that they had been breathing each other’s scents, they had become bonded. She was alive, but could be in any level of torment or decay.
“I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
Dorian left, and Chaol opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was too stunned. When Dorian had spoken, it hadn’t been a prince who looked at him. It had been a king.
“She’s—she’s truly alive.”
It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
Aelin—Aelin had done this, caused this clamor of sound.
“Tell them it’s time to fight back.”
She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.
“We call you the White Demon. You’re on our list—the list of all you monsters to kill on sight if we ever run into you. And you …” She opened her eyes and grinned, defiant, furious. “You are at the top of that list. For all that you have done.”
“They have made you into monsters. Made, Manon. And we feel sorry for you.
The prince’s throat bobbed, but he kept his head high. “Because I can’t stand the thought of her spending another minute in this festering shithole that you call a court.” Aedion couldn’t help but admire him for it—for yielding nothing until the king showed his hand. Smart man—brave man. But it might not be enough to get them out of this alive.
The arrow froze midflight and dropped to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces. Chaol stared at Dorian in mute horror as his friend’s eyes glowed a deep, raging blue, and the prince snarled at the king, “Don’t you touch him
Omggg nooooooo
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.
