Okay guys:

Bio for our beloved assassin: Assassin name: Celaena Sardothien

Princess Name: Isensta Brannon (Crown Princess of Terrasen)

Bio for King Nikolai: Last King of Terrasen

Father to Isensta

Bio for Queen Leyana: Last Queen of Terrasen

Mother of Isensta

The mirror fogged up and turned into reflective glass. Dorian and Chaol took a moment to gather their wits. Dorian blinked slowly. "Was that Celaena in there?" he inquired shell-shocked. Chaol was still gaping at the eerily, clairvoyant looking glass. When he finally broke the silence, he spoke in a hushed tone.

"The couple, the man and woman, were the last rulers of Terrasen. King Nikolai and his wife, Queen Leyana." Dorian shook his head mutely.

"The mirror allows you to see into the past," he breathed. "This incident must have transpired before my father conquered Terrasen and overthrew the monarchy."

"But that doesn't explain why Celaena-" Chaol began.

"Yes it does, it does, it explains so much. Why Celaena never talks about her life before she became an assassin. Why she is always so secretive about her past." Dorian said softly. Chaol shook his head.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Dorian wanted to shake his friend. Sometimes Chaol could be so obtuse.

"Don't you understand?" Dorian wanted to stomp his foot like a child. This concept can't be this hard to deduce. He sighed and spoke slowly. "We both agree Celaena was the little girl in the mirror. The queen claimed her as her daughter. Her blood. If Celaena is the child of the king and queen of Terrasen. What does that make her?" Chaol's face went ashen.

"A princess," he said faintly. Dorian huffed.

"It took you so long to get it?"Dorian asked frustrated. "If Celaena is a princess that indicates she is probably the last of her linage. The last of the royal family of Terrasen." Chaol gaped at him mouth open.

"That's not possible." Dorian rolled his eyes.

"Why not? It's no wonder she's always so terrified of my father. He took everything away from her. Her family, her friends, even her country's freedom. " he hesitated. "She probably became Adarlan's Assassin to get revenge-"

"-and we sent her to a death camp," Chaol whispered. They turned to stare transfixed at the mirror.

"What are you mumbling about?" Celaena's irritated voice came from the doorway. "Have you chosen your rooms yet?" Dorian and Chaol jumped, startled. They turned to see her silhouette leaning against the oak door. A shaft of light crept in behind her giving her a ethereal glow. They studied her closely.

"Same eyes," Dorian murmured.

"Blonde hair," Chaol muttered back. Celaena shifted, uncomfortable from her place against the door at their slow perusal. Her head listed at the side.

"What are you staring at?" They didn't answer. She exhaled heavily. "Look," Celaena's sardonic tone easily discernible. "I know I am attractive and all," she squinted at them, "but your expressions are slightly bizarre."

"You..." Chaol choked out. She blinked and looked down at herself.

"Is there something wrong with me?" She quickly patted her face and arms uneasily as if to make sure she was still there. Dorian strode to her briskly. He gripped her shoulders. Hard. Celaena's eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing?" Dorian shook her.

"Are you a princess?" he half-shouted at her. She stepped back, uncomfortable.

"What?"

"You know exactly what I am talking about." Dorian snapped. Celaena shook her head.

"You aren't making any sense." She glanced toward Chaol.

"What is your real name, is what he mean," Chaol clarified. Celaena's expression was one of shock before she schooled her demeanor into neutrality. She stared them down.

"Why?" Celaena said flatly. Dorian swallowed. "You have never asked me something like this before."

"Celaena Sardothien is not your given name, is it." Chaol said rubbing his palms over his face wearily.

"Does it matter?" she challenged.

"Depends," Dorian said biting his lip. "What we saw there," he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the mirror, "can't exactly be ignored." Celaena went silent.

"What did you see?" she said voice low and icy.

"You were with the king and queen of Terrasen. You called them your parents." Chaol stepped closer to her. "Why?"

"Why do you call your parents, mother and father?" Celaena asked mockingly. Dorian's eyes flared.

"So you admit it then. You are a princess." Celaena shrugged adopting a casual position.

"No use denying it now, is there."

"Princess," Dorian repeated. Celaena arched a brow.

"Is there a reason for the repetition or do you just not know what that means?" He flushed.

"But a princess? Really?" Dorian asked incredulous. She sighed.

"I think we established that point a moment ago." Bored, Celaena lounged against the wall examining her lacquered nails. "So let me simplify this for you." She extended a hand. "Crown Princess Isensta Brannon of Terrasen at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said drily.

Dorian ignored her hand and Celaena's arm dropped. "Crown Princess?" he asked. She smirked.

"Crown Princess," she replied. Celaena gave them a teasing grin. She was enjoying this! Dorian pressed his lips firmly shut, eyes slitting.

"But you are an assassin," he said finally breaking the awkward silence. The princess shrugged nonchalantly.

"I took up the job after your father murdered my family," her voice hardened and became as sharp as steel. Dorian flinched.

"You!" He had nothing to say to that. Her voice turned playful though her face didn't soften. It was as emotionless and unflinching as glass.

"Would you like to see how exactly my whole family died in the hands of the king of Adarlan?," she cocked her head. " Perhaps you can learn from it." Celaena smiled without humor. Chaol took a step toward her.

"Celaena..." She met his gaze head on. Grief and rage battled for dominance on her face.

"Watch," she snarled. Celaena took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She sauntered over to the glass mirror. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, their reflections started to waver and faded from view.