I'm sorry if this is confusing to readers. I've always imagined that Celaena would be the Terrasen princess for some reason. *shrugs* Don't know why but it somehow makes sense to me. So this is a story about how Dorian and Chaol discovering that bit of Celaena's past. I realize that if the future series doesn't match up, I'll have to take this down but I want to have some fun while my fantasy lasts. Review and tell me what you think of it. Stupid? Weird? Okay that's your opinion and I won't judge.

Anyway, i am done blabbing. Here's the background.

Celaena is the King's champion and she's finally doing her job. The king sends her on a mission to find some kind of really rare plant that only grows in the darkest, deepest part of the Staghorn mountains. The catch? An vicious spirit guards it. Obviously Celaena is from Terrasen so she is the only one who knows about the ghost and the horrors that it can wreck on a human. But even worse? Chaol and Dorian are going with her so she will have to protect them and fight the destructive beast. What's an assassin to do? As they journey onwards though they get caught in a dangerous snowstorm. They eventually find an abandoned castle amidst the towering peaks. They go inside and find that the rooms are strangely clean. No dust or cobwebs which means someone is occupying the residence. Celaena goes of on her own to explore leaving Chaol and Dorian to their own devices. But what happens when they find a mirror that see into the past?

The wall length mirror blurred, clouding over at the edges. "What-" Dorian began, slightly alarmed. The opaque cloud snaked tendrils of a smoky substance throughout the reflective surface seeming to come from the gilt frame. Their reflections disappeared and the fog receded to reveal a richly decorated hall.

Tapestries and ceiling high windows bled coloured sunlight into the room, dappling the walls with flecks of dancing sparks. Shades of white and gold dominated the room, the regalia all direct denotations to the royal family of Terrasen.

A little girl of about seven or eight slipped into the hall quietly. She wore a loose cream coloured dress. A thin, well-made gold belt was clinched around her tiny waist. Dorian stared. The girl was extraordinarily beautiful for her young age and was also remarkably familiar. She had flawless creamy skin and her chiseled angular cheekbones sported a luminous rosy glow. The little girl curtsied gracefully to the couple in front of her.

The man and woman sat on matching ermine covered diamond thrones. It was obvious the couple was of royalty. The man wore a suit of black with intricate gold embroidery. The symbol of the House of Terrasen was emblazoned across his chest. The muscles of his arms strained against his sleeves. A seasoned warrior.

The man's wife was absolutely stunning although she had to be at least in her mid thirties. Her gold eyes shone complimenting her gown of maroon and polished bronze. She had gleaming ebony hair that was artfully coiled and braided on top of her head, dangling a headpiece of gold strung pearls.

The girl's lush pink lips curled into a melancholy smile. "Mother, Father," she said, her voice lilting softly. Her thick, silky blonde hair caught the sunlight. It glistened like spun gold. The queen closed her eyes pained.

"If there was any other way, I would not have asked this of you my dear beautiful girl." The little girl's face flashed with grief.

"I know," she whispered. The queen of Terrasen rose from her throne. The king brushed a reassuring hand over his wife's shoulder.

"It will be all right," he said quietly.

"I hope you are right," she murmured. The queen descended from the dais. Her skirts rustled, the only sound in the cavernous room as she knelt before her daughter. The princess lifted her chin and the queen smoothed the girl's hair back revealing the telltale pointed ears of the Fae. Chaol sucked in a sharp breath. Dorian didn't blame him. He'd never seen a Fae in real life either.

"Do you know what to do?" the queen asked. The princess nodded and got down on one knee as if she were proposing. Her head bowed.

"I am ready." The queen smiled down at her daughter wistfully.

"You are so brave, my little star. Someday, you will make Terrasen proud." The princess said nothing. Her mother looked back at the king and he gave a sharp jerk of his chin. The queen's eyes fluttered closed and she placed a hand on each side of her daughter's temples. "You have come to swear your life into that of Terrasen. You have time and time again served this country well and have sacrificed much. Hopefully, this shall be your last." The queen paused and traced a mark on the girl's brow with a blood red nail. "Are are willing to sacrifice your magic and your heirloom?" The princess' face was set in determination.

"I am."

"Are you willing to give up your family, your friends, and your Fae heritage?"

"I am, " the girl replied.

"Then," the queen swallowed, "I take the key and turn the lock. Deep inside a magic hoax." The girl's slender body flinched and trembled. She curled in on herself, clutching her chest as she screamed in agony. The princess pressed a shaking fist to her mouth to stifle her cries but whimpers slipped through. Dorian's heart twisted for her. How can any parent do this to a child? The princess jerked and collapsed boneless, to the marble floor. The queen made as if to pick her up.

"No!" snapped the king. "You out of all people should know that she needs to get up on her own to complete the ritual." The king stared at his daughter's limp form fiercely from his diamond throne. "Get up." he said coldly. The princess didn't move. "I command you to get up!" he snarled. The girl lurched to her feet. She wobbled dangerously. The queen tried to catch her but the girl only staggered away holding up a hand. Dorian caught a glimpse of her face before she turned away. The princess' ears were not pointed anymore and her features less sharp.

"It is done," the queen whispered. "Darling star." She moved to embrace her daughter but the princess backed away. The king stepped down from the dais and walked to his wife. He slid an comforting arm around his wife's waist and gazed sorrowfully down at the princess.

"I had wished it wouldn't come to this," his sonorous voice echoing through the hall, compassion bleeding into his tone.

"So had I," the little girl murmured. "If I can be excused, I will take my leave." She curtsied and turned away but her mother gripped her shoulder.

"I am so, so sorry." The princess shrugged dislodging the queen's hand, her gold belt clinking. Her eyes were cool and distant.

"I'll do anything for my country." She turned in a swirl of skirts and stalked out of the hall, but not before Dorian and Chaol saw the gleam of unshed tears in the princess' gold, blue eyes.