“Oh, hi. I’m Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. Yes, that Aelin. Don’t worry if you’re overwhelmed, most people are. You might know me as Celaena Sardothien, Adarlan’s most brilliant, most deadly, most unforgettable assassin but really, that’s just one of my many identities.
Heir of Mala Fire-Bringer
Fire-breathing bitch-queen (my personal favorite)
The Queen of Flame and Shadow
The Queen Who Was Promised
The Queen Who Walked Between Worlds
The Faerie Queen of the West
I mean… what can I say? I’m everything!!!!
Beautiful. Powerful. Legendary.
And yes, I have secrets. Of course I do. I’m allowed to have secrets. My secrets are important. My secrets are necessary. My secrets make me interesting.
But if you have secrets? If you dare to keep something from me?
I’ll burn you alive and call it justice!!!!
Oh, Chaol… He loved me — well, the version of me I allowed him to see. The carefully edited, conveniently human, non-threatening assassin. Not the Fae Queen. Not the heir to a ruined kingdom. Not the walking target of ancient evils.
I let him fall in love with a story. A simpler girl. A safer girl.
And then I punished him for not understanding the truth I never gave him.
Because why should I have to explain myself? Why should I have to share who I am? If he really loved me, he would have just… known, right?
And when Nehemia died — oh, that was different. Her secrets broke my heart. Her silence was betrayal. Because when people hide things from me, it’s cruelty. When I do it, it’s survival.
That sounds like a you problem!!!!
Chaol wanted a future with me — a quiet life, far away, something real. And I let him believe it. I let him dream. I let him build his entire world around a version of me that I knew didn’t exist.
Because it felt good to be loved like that.
Especially if it wasn’t real.
And when I left for Wendlyn, I didn’t end things. No, I gave him a promise. Something soft. Something hopeful. Something he could cling to while I was gone.
“What does that mean?” he demanded.
She smiled sadly. “You’ll figure it out. And when you do …” She shook her
head, knowing she shouldn’t say it, but doing it anyway. “When you do, I want
you to remember that it wouldn’t have made any difference to me. It’s never
made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always
pick you.”
“Please—please, just tell me what that means.”
But there was no time, so she shook her head and stepped back.
Chaol took one step toward her, though. One step, then he said, “I love you.”
She strangled the sob that built in her throat. “I’m sorry,” she said, hoping he
would remember those words later—later, when he knew everything.
It sounded nice, didn’t it?
Meanwhile, he was risking everything: his title, his family, his loyalty, his life. for me. For the future I let him believe in.
I was already becoming someone else. Finding someone else. Building a life that didn’t include him.
So when I came back; stronger, colder, more powerful, with a new bond and a new destiny and he didn’t immediately fall to his knees in awe?
I made him the villain!!!!
Because how dare he hesitate? How dare he question me? How dare he struggle to accept a truth I denied him from the beginning?
He should have understood. He should have adapted. He should have loved every version of me even the ones I hid.
Because that’s what people are supposed to do for me.
LOVE ME UNCONDITIONALLY!!!!
Without context. Without honesty. Without choice.
Then clearly, they never deserved me at all.”
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