“Perhaps if I were told what this was all about, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to resist.”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Her palms became sweaty. Yes, she was going to die. It had come at last.
The doors groaned open to reveal a throne room. A glass chandelier shaped like a grapevine occupied most of the ceiling, spitting seeds of diamond fi re onto the windows along the far side of the room. Compared to the bleakness outside those windows, the opulence felt like a slap to the face. A reminder of how much they profi ted from her labor.
“In here,” the Captain of the Guard growled, and shoved her with his free hand, fi nally releasing her. Celaena stumbled, her calloused feet slipping on the smooth floor as she straightened herself. She looked
back to see another six guards appear.
Fourteen guards, plus the captain. Th e gold royal emblem embroidered
on the breast of black uniforms. Th ese were members of the Royal
Family’s personal guard: ruthless, lightning- swift soldiers trained from
birth to protect and kill. She swallowed tightly.
Lightheaded and im mensely heavy all at once, Celaena faced the
room. On an ornate redwood throne sat a handsome young man. Her
heart stopped as everyone bowed.
She was standing in front of the Crown Prince of Adarlan.
“Perhaps if I were told what this was all about, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to resist.”“You’ll find out soon enough.” Her palms became sweaty. Yes, she was going to die. It had come at last.The doors groaned open to reveal a throne room. A glass chandelier shaped like a grapevine occupied most of the ceiling, spitting seeds of diamond fi re onto the windows along the far side of the room. Compared to the bleakness outside those windows, the opulence felt like a slap to the face. A reminder of how much they profi ted from her labor.“In here,” the Captain of the Guard growled, and shoved her with his free hand, fi nally releasing her. Celaena stumbled, her calloused feet slipping on the smooth floor as she straightened herself. She lookedback to see another six guards appear.Fourteen guards, plus the captain. Th e gold royal emblem embroideredon the breast of black uniforms. Th ese were members of the RoyalFamily’s personal guard: ruthless, lightning- swift soldiers trained frombirth to protect and kill. She swallowed tightly.Lightheaded and im mensely heavy all at once, Celaena faced theroom. On an ornate redwood throne sat a handsome young man. Herheart stopped as everyone bowed.She was standing in front of the Crown Prince of Adarlan.
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