captain-of-the-guard

You are the architect of your life.

I'm not ill like that,_ she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.__hen it what way?___,uh..._ Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. __y monthly cycles finally came back!__is face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. __-if...Then I'll take my leave,_ he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.