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Honestly, she sometimes wondered if there was something a bit wrong with her for being able to cry so easily.
Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
There was never absolute good or absolute evil (though the king was definitely the exception).
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Silently, she began to recite the names of her dead. And as the overseer raised his whip, she added her name to the end of that list and swung her ax into his gut.
It was war upon them all. Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.
Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.

