celaena

Very well.""Say it.""Say what?""Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'"She rolled her eyes. "If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name.

Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.

If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.

He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish.

The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.

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.

The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.