For those who haven't read the deleted scene:

“What’s your favourite food?” Lounging on a boulder like a lizard in the sun, Celaena chucked a nut in the air and caught it in her mouth.“Whatever keeps me alive at the moment,” Rowan said from beside her, forearms braced on his knees as he monitored the foothills and valleys of Wendlyn rippling away below.She clicked her tongue. “Could you be any more of an animal?”He slid a glance in her direction, lifting a brow as if to say, You remember what my other form is, don’t you? When she only scowled, he sighed. “There’s a street vendor in Doranelle who sells meat on a stick.““Meat on a stick.” Celaena said as steadily as she could, fighting to keepher lips in a straight line.“And I suppose yours is some confection or useless bit of sugar.”“Sweets aren’t useless. And yes. I’d crawl over hot coals for a piece ofchocolate hazelnut cake right now.” Lies. The last time she’d had it, it hadbeen with Chaol. She wasn’t sure she could ever eat it again.“What good could that possibly be for keeping your body strong? With your magic, you’d burn through it and be hungry again within half an hour.”She plopped herself up on her elbows. “Your priorities are obscenely outof order. Not all food is for survival and strength—building. You didn’t eventry one of the chocolates from that town. I guarantee the moment you doevery time I turn my back, you’ll be shovelling them down.”The thought of Rowan doing it made her clamps her lip together again. She knew he’d make her start training the moment she started howling, so she quickly asked, “Favorite color?”“Green.”“I’m surprised you actually know.”He narrowed his eyes, but said, “What’s yours?”“For a while, I made myself believe it was blue. But—it’s always beenred. You probably know why.”He made an affirmative sound.Celaena lay down and raised a hand above her, threading a line of firethrough her fingers. She plaited it between her knuckles, then snaked itdown her palm, until it curled around her wrist, twining and slitheringalong her skin.“Good,” Rowan said. “Your control is improving.”“Mmhmm.” She lifted her other hand, and rings of flame encircled herfingers. She set to work on carving the flames, forging them into individualpatterns. “Try it on me,” Rowan said, and she turned her head toward him 3andfrowned deeply. “Do it.” He didn’t flinch when she fashioned a crown of flame for him. Rightatop his head.She sat up, kneeling before him, her own jewellery still burning on her handsand wrists, and concentrated as she fashioned the crown into a wreath each individual leaf a flick of flame, the gold and red and blue bright as any precious stone.Rowan’s silver hair gleamed beneath it.“Bold move,“ he said as she continued to add details to his crown. “Onethat doesn’t have much space for error.”“I’m surprised you’re not encasing your head with ice.”“I trust you,” he said quietly enough that she looked at his face. Withthe crown of flame, he looked kingly indeed—a warrior-king, as brutal asthe lines of his tattoo. “And now one for you,” he said, and a delightful chill went down her spine as a crown of ice formed in the space between them, its delicate spikes rising high.Rowan lifted it between his hands and set it on her head, its weight light, the chill a balm against the heat of her fire.Celaena smiled at him, and he gave her a tiny lift of his lips in response. But the she remembered—remembered that it was a crown he had made for her. A crown.Her flames sputtered out as she rose to her feet and strode to the edge of the of the boulder, wrapping her arms around herself. A moment later, the crown of ice dissolved into mist on the mountain wind. “We’re going to have visitors tonight,’ Rowan said, approaching her side.‘Should I be concerned?”“I—need your help.”“Ah. So that’s why you let me have an afternoon of peace.” He snarled, but she lifted a brow. “Will I finally be meeting your mysterious friends?”‘No. They’re Fae nobility, passing through the area. They requested a place to stay for the night, and will arrive around sunset. Emrys is making them dinner, and I am expected to … entertain them.”When he just looked at her, she said,“Oh. no. No.“‘They will not condescend to dine with the demi-Fae, and—”“I’m even less acceptable than a demi-Fae!”“—if I have to play host to them all evening, it will likely end in blood-shed.”She blinked. “Not favourites of yours?”“They’re typical nobility. Not trained warriors. They expect to be treated a certain way.”“So? You’re in Maeve’s little cabal. And you’re a prince to boot. Don’tyou outrank them?“‘Technically, but there are politics to consider. Especially when they’llbe reporting to Maeve.”She groaned. “So what—I’m supposed to play hostess?”His face was about as miserable as hers. “No. Just—help me deal withthem.”Another bit of trust, she realised. “And what am I going to get outof it?”He clenched his jaw, and she honestly thought he’d say I won’t kick yourass, but he sighed. “I’ll find you a chocolate hazelnut cake.”“No.” When he raised his brows, she threw a wicked smile at him. “You’ll just owe me. A favour that I can call in whenever I please.” He sighed, lifting his gaze skyward. “Just look presentable at sundown.”

The jingling bells and merry voices reached the fortress long before theparty appeared through the ward-stones.Standing in the small courtyard, Celaena slid a glance to Rowan. “Really? You need my help with these prancing idiots?” But aside from those on watch, the demi-Fae had made themselves scarce.He glared at her. She’d bathed and dressed in her cleanest tunic, even going so far as to plait her hair into a pleasant coronet. “Keep your voice down,” he muttered, giving a pointed glance to her ears..She rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything else as the party arrived. Their horses were all—gods, those were Asterion horses. Each worth its weight in gold and then some. She’d owned one—well, she’d stolen one and kept it—but had sold it to pay off Sam’s debts to Arobynn. It had been utterly worth it, but … she still missed Kasida. She’d never seen or ridden a finer horse.There were five in the party now taking in the courtyard and fortress, two of them bored-looking guards whose attention fixed solely on Rowan, and the other three … The female in the front was stunning—and undoubtedly the leader.Beneath her pale blond hair, her face was a concoction of ivory and soft rose, her eyes a vibrant cerulean blue. They flared with delight as they fixed on Rowan.She didn’t so much as spare Celaena a passing glance as she slid gracefully off her white mare. “Rowan!” She advanced, holding out her hands. Her fingers were slender and long—and as flawless as the rest of her.“Lady Remelle,” Rowan said, his massive hands engulfing hers as he took them. His spine was straight as a rod, and though Remelle looked at their joined hands as if expecting him to plant a kiss—gods, the idea of Rowan kissing anyone’s hand—he dropped her fingers unceremoniously and turned to the other two nobles dismounting.“Lord Benson,” he said to the tall, slender male, who just nodded at him. Benson, Celaena noted, bothrered to lookat her—his long nose and dark eyes sweeping over her body, then moving on. Dismissed. “Lady Essar,” Rowan said to the small, dark-haired Fae female.Remelle might bbe the staggering beauty, but Essar hada set of curves that even Celaena found herself envying. Her light brown skin seemed to glow as if lit by an inner light, and her chestnut eyes glinted with genuine kindness as she held out her hands to Rowan and smiled.He took Essar’s fingers a bit more warmly than he had Remelle's—and the blond-haired lady’s eyes slightly narrowed. But Remelle recoveredswiftly. smiled prettily, and placed a proprietary hand on Rowan’s shoulder as she said, “It’s been an age, hasn’t it? You never come to our parties, and Maeve keeps you all to herself.” Rowan’s face went blank. Cold. “There was a time,” Remelle pouted, “when I got to keep you to myself. Sometimes I miss those days.”Rawan just flicked his eyes to the watching guards, who looked in need of a decent meal—and a break from their companions. “Stables are to the left.”Celaena was too busy glancing from Rowan to Remelle to see if theguards obeyed the prince’s order. Lovers.She didn’t know why she’d thought that losing his mate meant he’d been celibate, but—but someone like Remelle—Remembering she existed, Rowan extended an arm in her direction. Celaena honestly debated striding back into the fortress and leaving Rowan at their mercy, but found herself walking to him, closer and closer, until he could have tucked her into his side.He actually seemed to relax a bit as he said, “This is—Elentiya.” She hadn’t thought of how he’d introduce her, but she was grateful for the anonymity he offered. “I’m training her at the queen’s request. Elentiya, this is Lady Remelle, Lord Benson, and Lady Essar.” He began rattling off house names and other nonsense, and Celaena gave a shallow nod that had Benson and Remelle pursing their lips.Only Essar said hello, a sultry purr that made Celaena wonder why the hell Rowan hadn’t taken her to his bed instead of the bright, cold smiles of Remelle.“So you are a half-breed, then,” Benson said, his eyes raking over her. Rowan, to her surprise, bristled—but held in the growl she knew was rumbling in him.Celaena smiled tightly. “My great-grandmother was Fae. So if that makes me demi-Fae, l don’t know.”She caught the look Remelle gave Rowan: a mix of exasperation,as if to say, Really, Rowan? You brougt a half-breed to meet us? How common of you.But—Rowan hadn’t asked her to appear in her Fae form. No. he’d left her to appear in whatever form she wished. The thought warmed her enough that she stepped a bit closer to him, near enough now to nearly brush his arm with her own. Remelle didn’t fail to notice that, either. What sort of visit was this, anyway?It was Essar who said, “WeIl, I look forward to heating about your adventures, Rowan—and how you came to be here, Elentiya. But first, l think I should very much like a bath and something to nibble on.“ She slid an apologetic look in Celaena’s direction. “I’d kill for anything chocolate right now.”Despite herself, Celaena decided that she liked her.

“So, you and Remelle,” Celaena said from where she lounged on Rowan’s bed, her head propped up by a hand.At his worktable, sharpening his weapons with a bit too much interest, Rowan snarled.They’d dumped the nobles at the baths, asked Emrys to bring food to the rooms they’d be taking over while here (there had been three demi-Fae whow ere more than happy to vacate their three large bedrooms if it meant getting out of the path of their visitors). They had an hour until dinner—and though Celaena could have scrounged up a dress … she didn’t feel like it.“Remelle was … a very, very big mistake,” Rowan said, his back to her.“Seems like she doesn’t think so.”He glared over a shoulder. “It was a hundred years ago.”Gods, sometimes she forgot how old he was. “She acts like you cast her aside this winter.”“Remelle just wants whatever she can’t have. A condition many immortals suffer from to stave off boredom.” He turned, the hunting knife in his hands gleaming in the firelight.“She was practicaly clawing at you.”“She can claw all she wants, but I’m not making that mistake again.”“Sounds like you made that mistake a few times.”Rowan leveled a vicious gaze at her. “It was over the course of a season, and then I came to my senses.”“Mmmm.”He stabbed the knife into the table and stalked to the bed until he glowered over her. Celaena lay as she was, brows high and lips pressed together. “One laugh,” he warned. “Just one laugh, and I’m going to dump you in the nearest pond.”She shook with the effort to keep her howl inside.“Don’t. You. Dare,” he growled, leaning low enough that his breath warmed her mouth. “If you—The door opened, and Rowan froze, a low snarl rumbling in him, so violent that it echoed in her bones. But the threat was just Remelle, who blinked, and said, “Oh!”lt took Celaena a heartbeat to realize what it looked like. She was sprawled on the bed, Rowan braced over her, too close to be casual, but—‘What do you want?” Rowan said, straightening but not stepping away.Remelle surveyed the room, taking in the details that suggested it was not Rowan’s space alone: the brush on the dressor, the undergarments Celaena had left tossed over a chair (oh how that would be interpreted!), the ribbons she used to tie back her hair, the small boots beside Rowan’s massive ones, and even the various personal items they kept on their own nightstands.“I wanted to catch up,” Remelle said, looking everywhere but at Celaena, “but it seems you are … occupied.”“We’ll talk at dinner,” Rowan said.Celaena popped up from the bed. “I have to go help Emrys with the meal, actually.” She barely managed to hide her wicked grin. “Why don’t you stay, Remelle?”Rowan could have melted her bones with the look he gave her, but Celaena was already out the door and down the hall, whistling to herself.

Rowan was going to kill her. as soon as they resumed training, he was going to murder her. And then murder her again.

Remelle was still in the doorway, frowning in the direction Aelin had gone. When she turned, a serpentine smile danced on her red lips. “Is this part of her training, too?““Get out,” was all he said.Remelle clicked her tongue. “Is that how you speak to me these days?”"I don’t know why you bothered to stop here, or what you expect of me—”“I heard you were here, and thought I’d say hello and spare you the tedious company of half-breeds. I didn’t realise you’d taken to them so much.”He knew exactly what it had looked like when she burst in here. Denying it would only lead to a headache, but letting Remelle assume he was sharing a bed with Aelin was equally unacceptable. He couldn’t decide how Maeve would interpret it. Unless—“And who was it that told you I’m here?”“Maeve, of course. I complained to her that I missed you.”The question was whether or not Remelle was a willing or unknowing spy. Or if Maeve had sent Remelle to see just what manner of relationship Rowan had developed with the princess.“As your friend, Rowan, l have to say … the girl’s rather beneath you.”He held in his laugh. Apparently, Maeve hadn’t informed her who, exactly, he was training. Remelle had been relentless in her pursuit of him a century ago, winning him over with her charm and smiles, but—he didn’t really care to think back to that time.“One,” he said, “you’re not my friend. Two, it’s none of your business.”Her eyes narrowed in a way that made him realise Remelle would make every minute until she left a living hell for the princess—not knowing what manner of predator she was provoking.So rather than see Remelle’s blood splattered on the walls before dawn, he said, “There is a shortage of bedrooms here, and we’ve had to share quarters as a result.” Not quite a lie, but not the entire truth.Remelle’s brows remained high on her moon-white skin. “Well, I suppose that’s good news for Benson.”“What.”“He has needs that must be attended to, and finds her attractive enough. Maeve said it was more than fine if she—”“If Benson lays one finger on her, he’s going to find himself without his insides.”Maeve—Maeve had suggested that she was available for—He clamped down on the blinding rage as Remelle blinked. “Honestly, Rowan, what do you think most of the half-breeds wind up doing in Doranelle?”He had no answer—no words at all—as soon as she said that.She shrugged. “Benson will be gentle with—”“Benson looks twice at her, and he dies. He looks twice at any of the females in this fortress and he dies.”The words were laced with a growl so fierce that they were barely understandable. But Remelle understood.Did Lorcan know? He was a demi-Fae himself, had proven himself half a millenium ago. Was he ware what went on in their city? It was disgusting—worse than disgusting. The Fae were better than than. But Maeve—“I’ll make sure the warning is conveyed,” Remelle purred.

Celaena did indeed go to the kitchen, where she helped Emrys prepare the meal. Luca was there, prattling away, but the chatter stopped mid-sentence.Essar was standing at the foot of the stairs, smiling faintly.“Dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes,” Celaena said, wiping her hands on a dishcloth before approaching the lady. Luca was practically gaping at the small beauty, but Essar gave him a polite smile and he immediately found himself interested in whatever he was doing. “I can show you to the dining hall, if you’d like to wait there.”Gods, being polite was … strange.“Oh, no. Benson’s in there already, and he … I think I’d have more fun in here.”She’d also make Emrys and Luca uncomfortable, but Celaena found herself saying, “It can be chaotic and loud and messy in here—”“I know how a kithen operates,” Essar said. “Just tell me what work needs to be done, and I’ll do it.”Celaena looked to Emrys, who bowed and introduced himself and Luca—who went beet red—and then found herself chopping vegetables beside the lady.Celaena said to Essar after a minute, “So, you’re just … travelling around?”“Maeve gave us a task, which I’m not supoosed to talk about, but yes—it involved us travelling for a bit. We’re on our way back to Doranelle though—thank the Bright Lady.”Celaena raised a brow. ‘Mala?”Essar lifted a hand, and flames danced on her fingertips. “Not much of a gift, but it kept us warm on the road at least.”Celaena swallowed. She’d never met another fire-wielder. did Rowan know? “Is it hard—to master the fire?”Essar shrugged. “I was very young when my training began, and I’ve had about two centuries to master what little power I have. Aside from a few burns and blisters, I’ve never really been able to do much harm, or impress anyone, really. Remelle’s got the more interesting gift—her magic lends itself toward mastering any language she hears, no matter how briefly. It’s why Maeve likes to send her around to places. And Benson’s got a knack for becoming invisible whenever he wants to, which …” Essar winced.“Makes him a good listener,” Celaena finished. Essar had to be a lousy spy if she was so willing to talk.Essar brushed back as strand of her silky, dark hair. “You must have impressive gifts if Prince Rowan is training you.”“I—”“Those vegetables done?” Emrys asked, and one glance at the male had Celaena sending him her silent thanks. She handed him a bowl of the potatoes, then got to work on the next item. Essar was making neat, perfect slices—too slowly to be useful, but at least she was trying.Essar said casually, “I can’t imagine Rowan is as easy teacher.”“You could say that.”“But they’re all like that—Rowan and his companions who serve the queen.”“You know them?”Essar blushed prettily. “I was involved with Lorcan, their leader, for a time. But—his lifestyle and mine are very different.”“And what is Lorcan like?”“A demi-Fae, like you.”Was he now? Rowan had failed to mention that tidbit. Essar went on, ‘He has had to prove himself evry single day, every hour, since he was born. EVene though his power isn’t challenged—by anyone other than Rowan that is—he … Lorcan is not an easy male to be around. Some days, I’m surprised he has friends.”“And Rowan is his friend?”Essar gave her an amused smile. “In a way. They frighten even us, you know. Especially when they’re together. When Rowan and Lorcan are together in a room … Let’s just say that they sometimes do not leave that room intact by the time they depart. Or the city for that matter.”“And yet Maeve lets them work together?”“She would be a fool to let either of them go—which is why she bound them to her with the blood oath. They’ve levelled cities for her before.”A chill went up Celaena’s pine. “Actually levelled cities?”Essar nodded gravely. “And yet Remelle thinks she can control Rowan—wants to possess him.”Rowan could end Remelle with half a thought, ifhe was provoked enough. “She’s an idiot.”“Indeed. But power is power, and since Remelle can’t look past Lorcan’s mixed bloodline, Rowan is her only other option.”‘Would—would their children also belong to Maeve, the way Rowan does?”Essar cocked her head. “I don’t know. Non of his companions have sired offspring, so there’s no way of telling what Maeve would do.”Celaena shuddered. ‘You don’t seem to speak as reverently as the others do about her.”“Not all Fae are her wiling slaves, you know. And part of—part of why my relationship with Lorcan fell apart was due to that. He is blood-sworn to her, and no matter how I cared for him, I am most certainly not. Nor will I ever swear such an oath.”“Why are you telling me this?”“Because you are training with the most dangerous pure-blooded Fae male in the world, and yet he treats you as an equal. He presented you as his equal.” There was an implied question there—So who are you, really?—but Celaena couldn’t answer.“I think Rowan just didn’t feel like dealing with Remelle alone.”“Prbably. But he’s also dealt with her on his own plenty. And since Rowan’s not one to show off a new companion just to spite an old lover …’“I’m not sure I follow what you’re getting at.”“I find it all very interesting.”“I think you’re reading a bit into it.”But Essar gave her a soft smile. “I’m sure I am.”

Dinner went well for the six seconds it took to walk from the doorway to the large table in the vacant dining hall.Since the table was so large, they’d set the five places at one end, with Rowan at the head, as his position demanded. The plan had been for Celaena to sit to his left, with Essar beside her , leaving Remelle to tae the eat opposite Celaena’s, and Benson across from Essar. But Remelle, moving swifter than Celaena had expected, had steered Benson into the seat meant for Celaena, plopped herself next to Rowan, and left Celaena with the choice of sitting beside the white-blond lady or the leering male.She chose Benson.Rowan followed the ordeal without comment, his attention pinned on Benson as Celaena took a seat next to the lord. But whether or not Benson noticed the lethal glare in Rowan’s eyes—gods, what was that about?—the lord revealed nothing. So Celaena had nothing better to do in the silence except take a sip from her wine, and pray that the meal would be over quickly.The first course—a roast-chicken soup that Remelle and Benson frowned over—came out fast enough. It tasted divine, and Celaena managed all of one delectable spoonful before Remelle said to her, “So you’re from Adarlan’s empire.”Celaena took a second, slow spoonful of soup. “I am.”“I thought l detected the accent—Adarlan and … Terrasen, am I right? They do manle their words over there so brutally. I dobt even years here will cure you of the boorish accent.”Celaena took another very slow spoonful of soup.But Essar said. “I find the accent quite charming, actually.” Benson grunted his agreement, giving her a too-long look, and Celaena fought the urge to shift her chair down a setting or two. Or to tale her spoon and use it to care out his eyes“Well, you had such a provincial upbringing, Essar.” Remelle said brightly. “I’m not surprised that you like it.”Essar’s round face tightened, but she said nothing. However, when Remelle went to take a delicate sip of her soup, she let out a hiss and nearly dropped her spoon. The liquid was indeed steaming hot—far hotter than any of theirs. Essar gave the female an innocent, questioning look, but Remelle said, “The beastly cook boiled this soup.”Celaena clamped down on a retort. especially as Rowan’s face became a mask of calm. One that usually meant violence was on its way.That had been his request, hadn’tit? To keep him from causing a brawl that would be reported back to Maeve?So Celaena swallowed her own rage and said to Essar, “You grew up in the countryside?”Remelle rollwed her eyes, but Essar smiled. “My father owns a vineyard in the southeast of our territory. I spent my youth roaming the olive orchards and the cypress groves. But I moved to Doranelle when it was deemed time for me to enter society.”“Alas, Essar has been rather unlucky when it comes to fulfilling her parents’ wishes to find a proper husband,” Remelle said.“Husband,” Celaena found herself saying. “Not—mate?“Remelle clicked her tongue. "Of cource not. A mate is rare—most Fae don’t find them.” Celaena couldn’t bring herself to look at Rowan, though her heart strainned. Remelle waved an idle hand. ‘So, we marry.”“What if you marry then you find your mate?”“Wars have been started for that,” Benson finally said, his dark eyes seeming to swallow her whole. “But if that is the case, it is treated very delicately.”“It’s a mess, is what he means,” Essar clarified. “A male will feel the need to kill any challenger to his mate, even if that challenger is already wed to her. Even if they’re in love. For all our refinements, there are still instincts that can’t be controlled.”Celaena nodded, finishing off her soup.Remelle,however, smiled at her. “But as a half-breed, you won’t have to worry about such things. Finding a mate is even rarer for those with diluted blood—and none of us would marry you, anyway.”Celaena stared at the female for a long moment, even as she could have sworn she felt the reverberations in the table as Rowan snarled softly.Remelle refused to break the stare, and Celaena settled in, willing calm in her veins. She could feel Essar’s attention, and could almost hear the puzzle pieces snap together in Essar’s mind as she recognised the coloring of Celaena’s eyes and murmured, “Remelle.”But Remelle looked to Rowan and began saying something in the Old Language, smiling sweetly.When Rowan didn’t respond, Remelle turned to Benson, saying something else, to which the lord replied in the same elegant, lovely language.Remelle again opened her mouth, but Rowan said with lethal quiet, “Speak the common tongue, Remelle.”Remelle put a hand on her chest in a mockery of an apology. “Sometimes I forget—it’s not everyday l‘m in the company of half-breeds.’Essar swallowed hard, her brown skin going a bit wan as she surveyed Celaena and Remelle. Oh, yes. The lady had figured out that it wasn’t some common by-blow seated across from them.Emrys and Luca entered, clearing the soup away and bringing out the next course—platters of roast meats and vegetables. Emrys loitered by the door-way, and Celaena took bite of the rabbit, moaned, and turned in her seat to nod her enthusiasm to the ancient cook. He grinned, his face flushing.Then remelle said, “Rowan, it must be a trial for you to have to eat this day in and day out.” she pushed her meat around on her plate, then set the fork down. Celaena couldn’t look back at Emrys—didn’t allow herself to glimpse his face.Rowan said, “I eat better here than I do in Doranelle.”‘There’s no need to be nice on account of the help,” remelle said. “if tehy don’t learn what we like, whatever will they do in the capital?”Footsteps scuffed behind them, and Celaena knew Emrys had gone back downstairs.Celaena said softly, ‘The next time you insult my friend, I’m going to shove your face into whatever plate is in front of you.’Remelle blinkes. “Well, I never—”“Remelle,” Essar whsipered.But Remelle put a hand on Rowan’s forearm, gripping with such possessiveness that Celaena saw red as the lady hissed at him, “You mean to let her insult me like that? To make threats against a member of the royal household?”“Get you hand off me,” Rowan said too quietly.But Remelle didn’t let go of Rowan as she snapped at Celaena, “You are dismissed from this table. Get out.”Celaena looked at the white hand gripping Rowan. “Take your hand off him.”“I can do as I please, and if you have any sense, you’ll vacate this hall before I have you whipped—”Fire erupted, and Remelle’s scream echoed off the stones.Living flame wrapped around the lady, not burning, not singeing, just—encasing. Even the hand on Rowan was aflame, and through the column of gold-and-red fire, Remelle’s eyes were wide as she turned to Essar and said, “Release me”But Essar only looked at Celaena. “It’s not my magic.”Rowan went perfectly still as Celaena willed the fire to allow a lick of heat through. Not enough to burn, but enough to make Remelle start sweating. And then Celaena said, “If you ever raise a whip to anyone, I will find you, and I will make sure that these flames burn.”She had to admit: Remelle had no small amount of courage, especially as the woman seethed, “How dare you threaten a lady of Doranelle.”celaena laughed under her breath. “the next time you touch Rowan without his permission, I will burn you into ashes.” She turned her head to Benson. “And if you look at me or any female like that again, I will melt your bones before you have a chance to scream.”Benson, wisely, nodded and averted his gaze.Essar was pale when Celaena pulled back her teeth in a snarl and said to her, “You keep evrything you learned here to yourself.”Essar nodded.Celaena at last faced Rowan, who seemed like he was trying his best not to smirk, though the amusement still danceed in his eyes as she said, “I defer judgement to you, Prince.”He studied Remelle, who was barely moving, hardly breathing, then jerked his chin. “release her and let’s eat.”The flames winked out so fast it was if they’d never existed.In the silence that fell. Remelle leaned over the arm of her chair and vomited on the floor.Celaena picked up her fork, took a bite of rabbit, and smiled.

“If I never see them again, it’ll be too soon,” Celaena said into the darkness of their room.Rowan let out a low laugh. “I though you liked Essar.”“I do, but … you should have heard her trying to get me to talk in the kitchen.”“ABout what?”“About you. About our—relationship. I think you’ll go home to a host of unpleasant rumors.”“I think the status of our relationship will be the least of the rumours after tonight.”“Essar said that youvyou and Lorcan once decimated a city together.”He hissed. “Ah. Sollemere.”“I’ve never heard of it.”“That’s because it doesn’t exist anymore.”She turned over, staring at him in the moonlight that slipped in through the curtains. “You wiped it off the map—literally?”He pinned her with a long look. “Sollemere was a place so wicked, full of monstrous people who did such unspeakable things, that … even Maeve was disgusted by them. She gave them a warning to stop their ways, and said if they …” He clenched his jaw. “There are some acts that are unforgivable—and I won’t stain this room by mentioning them. But she swore to them that if they continued to do it, she would obliterate them.”“Let me guess; they didn’t listen.”“No. We got out as many children as we could with our legion. And when they were safely away, Lorcan and I leveled it to dust.”“You’re that powerful.”“You don’t seem shocked by it.”“You’ve told me plenty of harrowing stories. If what these people did was so awful that you won’t repeat it, then I’ll say they had it coming,’“So bloodthirsty.”“Is that a problem for you/”“I find it endearing.” She gave him a playful shove, but he caught her hand and held it, his calluses brushing her own. ‘You could do that, you know. Make an entire city burn.”“I hope I never have to.”“So do I.” He threaded his fingers through hers and held them up to examine the scars along the back of her hand, her fingers. ‘But I’ll never forget the look on Remelle’s face when you shot fire out of your mouth and eyes.’“I did not.’He laughed, a low, rumbling sounf that echoed in her chest. “Part woman, part dragon.”“I didn’t spew flames.”“Your eyes were living gold.”Celaena narrowed those same eyes at him. “Are you going to reprimand me?”He lowered their joined hands to the bed, but didn’t let go. “Why should I? She was given fair warning, she ignored it, and you followed through. It follows the Old Ways, and you had every right to show her how serious you were.”She considered it, then after a moment said, “It scared me—how in control I was. How much I meant it. It scared me that I wasn’t scared. It scared me that…” She made herself look at him. His face was unreadable in the dim light. “It scared me that …”It scared me that I’ve come to care so much about you that I’d draw that sort of line in the sand. It scared me that I would burn and maim and kill for you, and yetvand yet at the end of the day, you still belong to Maeve, and there is nothing I can do, no amount of burning and maiming and killing, to keep you with me.He released her hand—only to slide his own against her cheek, the gesture so unexpected that she closed her eyes and leaned into it, hearing the unspoken words in the touch. I know.

The party departed the next morning, and Rowan didn’t bother to bring the princess down to see them off. It was for the best, given that Remelle still appeared jumpy and furious, Benson refused to look at anyone, and even Essar was wide-eyed.Rowan waited until they were all mounted on their fine horses in the courtyard before he approached. It was to Essar he spoke, grabbing hold of her Asterion mare’s bridle. “Let’s hope last night was the most eventful of your journey.”Remelle sniffled from her saddle, but said nothing.Essar, however, looked up at the fortress, as if she could see through moss and stone to the princess sleeping within.Essar was a beautiful female—soft and inviting and clever—and he’d never understood why Lorcan hadn’t tried harder to keep her. She had been good for him. But Lorcan’s ruthlessness and cold ambition were his best tools and worst enemies. He had only seen the female for what she offered inside his bedroom.Essar said, “I do not think any of us will forget last night anytime soon.”Neither would he. When Aelin had engulfed Remelle in flame, he’d been stunned stupid. She hadn’t demonstrated skills of that level, hadn’t practiced that sort of thing. And if Remelle had tried to fight back, if Remelle had physically hurt him or anyone in that fortress … The lady would be ash on the wind right now.A threat had been made against those Aelin saw as hers. Such things to be dealt with swiftly and brutally. Interesting—so interesting for that sid eeof the princess to have come snarling to the surface.And she had claimed him.Essar knew. She’d figured out what kind of magic smouldered in Aelin’s veins, and list night, the Queen of Terrasen had made a claim on him. If Essar told Maeve about it …The others in the party moved out, Remelle stiff-backed, but Rowan remained with Essar.“Name the price for your silence,” Rowan said.Essar’s dark brows rose. “You think I would run to the nearest gossip and tell them Aelin Galathynius is training here?”“You know what I’m talking about.”Essar’s dark eyes narrowed. “I would not run to Maeve, either. Remelle will tell her that the girl threw a tantrum and attacked her without provocation—she’d never admit to any of the truth behind it. Or figure out who she really is. And Benson … Leave him to me.”“And your price?”“There is no price, Prince.”He gripped the bridle harder. “Why?”Essar studied the dissapearing party, then the fortress. “We have known each other for a long while now. Through all the centuries, I have never seen you present another female as your equal—as your friend. And I do not think youd id it because of who she is.” Rowan opened his mouth , but she said, ‘I would not take that gift away from you, Rowan. Becasue it is a gift. She is a gift—to the world, and to you.”His fingers slackened on the reins, and Essar motioned her mount into a walk.“She is going to fight for you, Rowan,” Essar said, looking over a shoulder. “And you deserve it, after all this time. You deserve to have someone who will burn the earth to ash for you.” His heart was pounding wildly, but he kept his face blank, his will ice and steel. “If you see him,” Essar added with a sad smile, “tell Lorcan I send my regards.”And then she was gone.

Things fell back into their usual rhythm in the two days that followed, though Rowan couldn’t stop thinking about what Essar had said. Because he knew it was true, because … because he wanted it to be true.Aelin said nothing about it, though he’d sometimes catch her frowning at him, as if trying to decipher some puzzle.He was pouring over a report Vaughan had sent him when she walked into his room that night. The smell of chocolate and nuts hit him, and when he twisted in his seat, he discovered her carrying a small, misshapen cake, a sheepish smile on her face.‘It took me hours to make this damn thing, so you’d better say it’s good.”She set it in front of him, along with a plate, fork, and knife. The blade she used to slice into the chocolate-frosted lump, cutting a large piece. It was layered with a lighter frosting—some sort of creamy-looking filling between the dark cake.“Chocolate hazelnut cake?”She plopped the piece on the plate for him and took his hand to press the fork into it. “You have no idea how hard it was to get the ingredients. Or to find some sort of recipe. I haven’t even tasted it yet. Emrys looked like he was going to faint with horror.” When Rowan just stared at the cake, she clicked her tongue. “This is the favour you owe me. Just try it.”He gave her a long stare that usually sent men running, but she bit her lip and glanced at the cake. It was enough that he’d adjusted his grip on the fork, picked up a piece, and brought it to his mouth.WHile he chewed and swallowed, she was practically hopping from foot to foot and wringing her hands. So he let out a grunt of pleasure, took another bite, and then another, until the entire piece was cleaned off his plate.Then he took another piece. And another. Until his stomach was protesting and all but a sliver was left on the platter.“I told you it was delicious,” she preened, giving him a triumphant smile as he set down his fork. She ruffled his hair, but he caught her wrist, squeezing gently while he rose from his seat and brought his face dangerously close to hers. He knew every fleck of gold in those remarkable eyes—knew how her very blood tasted. And this near to her, their breath mingling …”Now we’re even,” he said, and stalked out of the room.He was about three steps down the hall when Aelin’s fork scraped against the platter, no doubt scooping the sliver of cake he’d left. A moment after that her curse barked off the stones of the fortress, followed by spitting and coughing. Despite himself, Rowan was smiling hen he shouldered open the bathing room door—and quickly cast up the contents of his stomach.

TYSM! I was looking for this but couldn't find it anywhere.

You're welcome!

They deserved being set on fire especially remelle.

Thank you for posting this. I'd never read it.

That was the best, I wonder why that scene was deleted, I cackled at the end when I realized the cake was so shit🤣

I love this part more than any other scene now. He ate tht horrible cake for her?????????? So noble of him.

Ikr!!!

This jus gave me more reasons to love our baby hawk