The Prince and His Queen
The Savior of Terrasen was no longer Aelin Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn. She was Celaena Sardothien, the 20 year old assassin who didn't recognize her husband. It killed him to see her like this, a whirlwind of pin and death and sorrow, shoved into an abyss where her court couldn't reach her.
He would try to talk to her, and she'd just give him that smirk with an edge of cruelty, the one that he used to love so much. It hurt him, it hurt her, and he couldn't begin to imagine what the people thought when there was a sadist on the throne.
He missed his queen.
The Queen and Her Prince
Who was he? The man with the silver hair who kept smiling at her with those sad green eyes that carried centuries of weight in their wake. Eh. Who cares. It didn't matter to Adarlan's Assassin.
And speaking of Adarlan, where was she? The foreign castle looked like her old home in Terrasen, but why would she be there? This had to be a dream.
But it wasn't, couldn't be.
For in a dream she would still have Sam.
Rowan, King of Terrasen
The King was sitting on his throne and missing his Fireheart.
The queen in question had stormed out of castle this morning, her explanation simply "I don't have to tell you everything, perverts." It was like they hadn't gone through all that they had together, that they had never met each other, that they weren't mates and carranam and lovers and so, so much more.
They had sent Chaol out to watch her, saying that he had to make sure she didn't kill any innocent people by accident. It didn't take much to anger Ael- Celaena. She insisted on being called that now, saying that she didn't care for the job of ruling a country and leaving Rowan to brood.
Celaena Sardothien, the Bastard Born
Celaena was on her way to the stone city.
The Dark Queen, her queen, had tugged on the blood oath this morning with orders to come immediately. Celaena had obeyed.
She missed her prince, her throne, her cousin. She simply missed the existence of Aelin. It had been Maeve's first order when she had taken the oath. Become Celaena, ignore your people, be my servant. A simple task. A task she hated.