I sat by the window of my empty room staring out at the full moon while wrapped in the thin quilt my grandma made for me before she passed away. My parents left me with my grandma when I was just a baby, my grandma was my only family. After her death, I was found lost, hungry and half dead by Arobynn Hamel, the King of Assassins. He then took me in and that's when my journey as an assassin begins. Trained to kill at the age of eight, I soon became a skilled assassin by the age of sixteen. During a mission, I was betrayed by my comrade and enslaved to work in the salt mine of Endovier for the rest of my life. It was the Crown Prince who came to save me and offered me freedom after four years if I manage to become the King's champion. Even if I was trained as an assassin, I have never once killed anyone and I'm grateful that I didn't because having to carry the weight of a human life until the day I die would've been too much to bear.
Seeking comfort from the quilt, I drifted back to sleep, I dreamed about the dead. The long arms reaching out to find me, the dark shadows trying to engulf me. I woke up with a scream and realized I was break out in cold sweat. As I thought about what that dream meant, I noticed the full moon seems rounder than usual and why does it look so...bloody? Was it my imagination? Suddenly, Crown Prince of Adarlan, Dorian Havillard appeared in front of me.
I was pulled into an immediate hug and embarrassed, I looked down at my toes.
"Why, did you not find it necessary to at least knock when you enter a lady's room?" I asked.
"Of course, it's the basic of manners to knock before you enter other's room. But what if that person is too busy staring out the window to even notice that I've been knocking for a minute straight?"
"Surely you could have waited for a little longer. Wait no, I forgot. You're the Crown Prince, of course you should never have to wait for someone, others will always have to wait for you." I said jokingly.
"Celaena..."
I finally looked up and that's when I knew something was terribly wrong. Dorian's eyes was filled with concern and his face was paler than usual.
"Dorian, what's wrong?"
My joking came to an absolute halt and my face was equally serious, matching his.
"A champion has died," he replied.