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The words had guided her these years—along with the note she carried every day, moving it from pocket to pocket, dress to dress. Words from a mysterious stranger, perhaps a god who had worn the skin of a battered young woman, whose gift of gold had gotten her here. Saved her.
My girl Celaena
note, written by a stranger who had saved her life and granted her freedom in a matter of hours. Yrene had never learned her name, that young woman who had worn her scars like some ladies wore their finest jewelry. The young woman who was a trained killer, but had purchased a healer’s education. So many things, so many good things,
“Have you used it to completion?” He clenched his jaw. “How is that relevant?” And
“I’m writing a giant no.” Which she then underlined.
HAhahHaHH
“I believe in paying people for their work, as you do here. And I believe in a human being’s intrinsic right to freedom.”
“I kept such opinions to myself.” “A wiser move. Better to save your hide through silence than speaking for the thousands enslaved.” He went still at that.
Her hand slid into her pocket as she rose. “I was given this gift by Silba. It is not right to charge for what was granted for free.” Silba—Goddess of Healing.
Her clutching the note is so sweet
But believe me when I say that there is no one in Erilea who loathes me more than I do myself.” “For the path you found yourself forced down?” He slung his shirt over his head and reached for his pants. “For fighting that path to begin with—for the mistakes I made in doing so.”
She bit her lip. “Someone once taught me self-defense. What to do against attackers. Usually the male kind.”
Just say her name omg
“If you’re too tired—” “I am not.” He clenched his jaw. “You can nap here. I’ll look after you.” Useless as it would be.
He is actually so cute
if Lord Chaol had not asked her to stop not just because he’d learned how to manage pain, but also because he somehow felt he deserved it.
“The girls heard a rumor of a handsome lord coming to teach. I was practically trampled in the stampede down the stairs.”
“As handsome as Yrene said.” “I said no such thing,” Yrene hissed. One of the girls giggled.
“Who should like to assist Lord Westfall from his mount to his chair?” A dozen hands shot up. He tried to smile. Tried and failed. Yrene pointed at a few, who rushed over.
“It is. But you made it harder today. You make me sit here mostly naked in this room, and yet I have never felt more bare than I did this morning.”
Poor baby :(
The heart he’d offered and had been left to drop on the wooden planks of the river docks. An assassin who had sailed away and a queen who had returned.
To his toes, slowly curling and uncurling. As if trying to remember the movement.
Too thin, she’d told Yrene by way of greeting. She needed a fatter ass for her lover to grip at night.
Same girl
Heading there would indeed be the last thing Aelin would do, with the Pirate Lord’s promise to slaughter her on sight.
This is about to get really funny
All she had known was the heat and smell and comforting size of him—the scrape of his calluses against her skin and how she wanted to feel them elsewhere. How she had kept looking at his mouth and it was all she could do to keep from tracing it with her fingers. Her lips.
“Please.” The word had her lifting her gaze. Meeting his stare—the sun-warmed soil of his eyes.
Remember all that you promised to do. To be. Her hand slid into her pocket, curling around the note there. The world needs more healers.
Darkness flashed in her eyes. Yrene only said, “You deserved better.” The words hit something sore and festering—something he had locked up and not examined for a long, long time.
And when she had refused to meet his stare, when she’d wrapped her arms around herself … He wished he’d been able to walk. So she could see him crawl toward her.
The prince gave her a roguish smile, finishing off his long braid and picking up his spear once more. “I certainly would take all day.”
Wait hot
She had not told Chaol. That she’d seen his toes move last night. She’d seen them curl and flex in his sleep. She had cried, silent tears of joy sliding onto the pillow. She hadn’t told him.
Omg she is so sweet
“I am not afraid,” he said softly, but not weakly. “And neither should you be.”
“Good,” said Yrene, the heavy, solid weight of Chaol’s leg braced
his knuckles brushing Yrene’s where she’d rested her hand on the table. To any, it might have been an accidental brush, but with Chaol … His every movement was controlled. Focused. The brush of his skin against hers, a whisper of reassurance,
“Aelin is clever enough to know this.” “And I’d suppose you know,” Hasar said, “since you were her lover at some point. Or was that King Dorian? Or both? The spies were never accurate on who was in her bed and when.”
He could still speak with dignity and command whether he stood on his feet or was laid flat on his back. The chair was no prison, nothing that made him lesser.
She reached the handle. Fumbled blindly for it. And if she left, if he let her walk out … Yrene pushed down on the handle. And Chaol took a step toward her.
He forced his legs into another jerking step. Yrene sidled out of the way. He blinked, pausing. Reading the light in her eyes. The tone. The witch was tricking him into walking. Coaxing him to move. To follow.
Literally teaching a baby to walk
And it was only when Yrene settled her hand on his chest, not to push him away but to feel the raging, thunderous heartbeat beneath, that Chaol lowered his head and kissed her.
Yrene was smiling, and then she was laughing, as if she could not contain it inside her. Chaol thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
Yrene wanted to flip her chair back into the pool and sink to the bottom. And live there, under the surface, forever.
Same girl
One heartbeat, Hasar was smirking up at her. The next, her legs and skirts and jewels went sky-up, her shriek piercing across the dunes as Yrene shoved the princess, chair and all, into the water.
HAHAHHhaha
she isn’t an easy person to be with, to understand. Aelin frightens everyone.” He snorted. “But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.”
“You waited for her while she was gone. Didn’t you? Even knowing what—who—she really was.” He hadn’t admitted it, even to himself. His throat tightened. “Yes.”
He couldn’t bring himself to deny her anything. This woman who held everything he was, all he had left, in her beautiful hands.
But Yrene kissed him again, in answer and silent demand. And as Chaol began to move in her, he realized that here, amongst the dunes and stars … Here, in the heart of a foreign land … Here, with her, he was home.
He deserves this so much
And that if I wanted to come here, I should go. That if I wanted something, I should take it. She told me to fight for my miserable life.”
her. I teach the women at the Torre because she told me to share the knowledge with any women who would listen. I teach it because it makes me feel like I’m paying her back, in some small way.”
“There is nothing silly about it. And whoever she is … I will be forever grateful.” “Me too,”
Guys you arent going to believe me when i tell you this
Sartaq smiled at her—gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen. “I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said.
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
Of fucking course you do
Chaol’s back ached thanks to yesterday’s ride and last night’s … other ride. Multiple rides.
He smiled at Dorian, whose sapphire eyes shone with joy—with love. “I’m coming home,” he whispered to his brother, his king. Dorian only bowed his head and vanished into the darkness.
was agony and despair and fear. It was joy and laughter and rest. It was life, all of it,
When he broke from the surface, wiping the water from his face, she was standing in the arched doorway. He went still at the smokiness in her eyes. Slowly, Yrene undid the laces down the front of that pale purple gown. Let it ripple to the floor, along with her undergarments. His mouth turned dry as she kept her eyes upon him, hips swishing with every step she took to the pool.
