Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
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“I name you Elentiya.“ She kissed the assassin’s brow. “I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.‘”
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Celaena found herself forced to admit that the Crown Prince of the DeHavilliard Empire was beyond handsome—he was beautiful. His dark hair made his stunningly blue eyes stand out, and his golden skin glowed from good health and grooming. From what she could tell, he had a slender, yet muscular build, which he seemed to take pains to display with his close-fitting silver and black vest and jacket, tight dark riding pants, and his swept-back shimmering cape.
And she had. She had meant and accomplished every word of it.
Rowan counted the ships that slid over the horizon. Counted the ships in their own armada. Added Rolfe’s— and the Mycenians he was rallying in the North.
Tears slid down Aedion’s face as he silently sobbed. Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies?
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I have no name, I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.
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——— Celeana Sardothien.
I took a break to draw this scene, how I couldn’t draw it?! When I read it I giggled for 10 minutes!!!
Aelin Ashryver Galathynius
“She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.”
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