hey thanks for clicking on my story, this is a throne of glass fanfic (just in case the story category didn't elude to this) it is set in the middle of crown of midnight right in the middle of Chaoleana. any feedback would be super amazing, like a simple "not that bad" would make my day (unless it is in which case umm yeh) but either way hope you enjoy. much love xx
"Come with me." Celeana grabbed the Captain by the arm dragging him off into the side corridor, her penetrating stare and determined strides echoing along the deserted corridor. Normally he would be concerned that someone might see them, their relationship could not only call into question his loyalty to the king but it could end up deadly for both of them, but tonight the deserted hallways and the roguish twinkle in the Assassin's eyes beckoned him to grasp her hand tightly and run of with the girl he was deeply in love with.
The icy amorous embrace of the winters deep charcoal night was refreshing. "Hurry up" Celeana sighed with frustration at the Captain's leisurely pace. Butterflies in her belly raced around conjuring up copious amounts of excitement, hurrying over to the unmarked carriage she had ordered and throwing on her luxurious yet simple ebony cloak. "Get in! Get in!" She exclaimed, this man clearly had absolutely no sense of urgency. "Anyone would think you were kidnapping me you know." Chaol said smirking as Celeana piled into the carriage. "If I was kidnapping you it would be a hell of a lot easier and much, much less painless. Well for me at least." She replied nonchalantly, waving him off as though kidnapping the Captain of the Guard was no biggy; he supposed for her, Ardarlan's assassin, it probably wasn't. "Are you going to tell me where we are going? If you are delivering me into the hands of some assassin as payback for those marks on your neck… I beg your forgiveness." He whispered softly.
Tracing the delicate lines of her jaw and cheekbones then cupping her cheek he dared to look into those intense, vibrant, turquoise eyes. Incredible he thought. A slave most of her life, tortured and beaten down yet she could still laugh, mistreated but she still trusted him, shown cruelty and hate but she still loved fiercely. She really was incredible, a refugee and slave but she was in control. Celeana could and would do whatever she wanted; really no one could stop her, although he hoped for a day when he could, he knew that only the God's intervention would stop Celeana Sardothien from doing what she wanted: when she set her mind to it. Now that is incredible, although a little bit scary.
"Hmm" she teased. "No this isn't payback." An impish grin snuck up on her face.
"Is that all I get?" Chaol asked, inching closer and closer until their breath mingled and each of their shuddering breaths cooled the others skin as they exhaled. "Yes." She drew it out, exadurating each syllable driving him absolutely insane. God he just wanted to kiss her.
The carriage halted, too damn soon for Chaol's liking. Raising his eyebrows, he silently asked 'do we really have to get out?', she grinned; hopped out of the carriage and flaunted down the street, not even turning to check it chaol was coming but of course he was coming.