It was Celaena.
He has been right. Celaena was here, looking so beautiful.
When it was her turn to speak, everyone stopped talking, their attention turned on her. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he felt a pang in his heart every time her gaze skipped over him.
Her voice rang through the hall, crystal clear and perfect in every way.
She stepped back, and he took a deep breath in. He stepped forward, introducing himself under his new name.
"Nox Owen, thief from Perranth."
Celaena's eyes slid to his.
He watched as her eyes widened and mouth parted in surprise; More emotion she had shown this entire time.
Her mouth formed his name but she stayed silent, the only sign of her excitement was her hands, which were fidgeting.
They locked eyes, and a million emotions passed through each other.
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After Everything
Fantasy"it was like a dance. a dance of silver and blades and speed. they danced around one another, moving in time, as if it had been rehearsed a hundred times before. they fought like old lovers, as if they knew the others next moves like it was written...
