Sarah J Maas has announced that Sam is 100% dead and not coming back. I literally cried when I read it… I was like. Oh fuck, no. He can't be dead! A bit like Aelin in "The assassin and the empire".
NOOO. What if he lived? Well, I have my theories… I have quite a lot of them, just tell me if you want more or if I don't.

One-shot #1. If Sam was alive
~This one-shot is set after Throne of Glass~

Celaena and Chaol was walking through Rifchold. Suddenly Celaena started to laugh.

"What is it?"

Chaol asked annoyed. He hated shopping and that was the only thing they had been doing it for hours.

"I'm the king's champion. And right now I'm shopping with his captain. Isn't life wonderful?"

Chaol could see the ironic in that, and it amused him. But he would not give her the satisfaction of letting her know that. He was still mad at her for making him come along.

Suddenly Celaena stopped. He took for granted she was just looking in some store window and was relieved to be able to put down the bags he had been carrying for her, even if it was just for a few seconds.

He heard her gasping for air and when he looked at her, she was pale.

"Celaena?"

Now he was worried. She didn't response. Didn't she hear him? He followed her gaze and saw a young man, he was standing on the other side of the busy street. He had dark hair. The man nodded towards Celaena and then started to walk away.

"Let's go back to the castle, I'm tired." Chaol knew she was lying but was relived to get the hell away from all these stores.

Later that day, when they sat in her rooms eating, she was distanced.

"What happened earlier today? Who was he?"

She didn't respond. He didn't think she had heard him.

"Celaena, Fleefoot is eating up your new dress, the purple one."

"Okay" was all she said staring at nothing.

He looked at her platter and saw salmon. Something was really wrong. Normally she would gag just from seeing the fish.

The same night he followed her when she sneaked out from the castle. She was allowed to leave it now, but he had to know. He followed her as she ran through the streets of the dark capital until the came to an old warehouse.

He followed her into the building and he hid behind some old barrels.

"You are dead. I saw your body. Your eyes had been ripped out." She choked on the last words.

He saw the man from earlier standing in front of her. The moonlight shining in through the broken windows was enough for him to see the scars. Half of the man's face was covered by a burn mark.

"Celeana, I. Gods, he told me that you were dead. And it was my fault. If I had known. Nothing could had stopped me from finding you." A tear ran down his face.

"Be careful, it almost sounds like you was missing me." She said between her sobs.

"Sam. Sam it can't be you."

Sam took a step closer to her. Reaching out a hand, like he was approaching a wild animal. She let him stroke her cheek and then she wrapped her arms around her neck. He pulled her close. Chaol felt a sting of jealousy, he knew he shouldn't be there at all.

"We can still do it." Chaol could barely heard what Sam whispered to her. "If you…" She silenced him by pressing her lips against his.

"Always." She said after what felt like an eternity to Chaol.

He had a feeling that whatever they was talking about would break the contract to the king and break Chaol's heart. Still, he slipped out of the building and walked back to the castle. Celeana never returned. At least not during the remaining of Chaol's short life.

He was hang a few weeks later for letting the king's champion run away.

Originally I didn't kill Chaol is this theory. But today I've had so much trouble writing a chapter for my main fanfiction "The Story of Fire and Ice" and he has been the one to causing it all. So I guess this is my revenge… *smiles awkwardly*
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