Chapter2
CelaenaSardothienstalkeddownthehallsoftheglasscastleofRifthold.The
heavysackclenchedinherhandswungwitheachstep,bangingeverysooften
intoherknees.Despitethehoodedblackcloakthatconcealedmuchofherface,
the guards didn’t stop her as she strode toward the King of Adarlan’s council
chamber.Theyknewverywellwhoshewas—andwhatshedidfortheking.As
theKing’sChampion,sheoutrankedthem.Actually,therewerefewinthecastle
shedidn’toutranknow.Andfewerstillwhodidn’tfearher.
She approached the open glass doors, her cloak sweeping behind her. The
guardspostedoneithersidestraightenedasshegavethemanodbeforeentering
thecouncilchamber.Herblackbootswerenearlysilentagainsttheredmarble
floor.
OntheglassthroneinthecenteroftheroomsattheKingofAdarlan,hisdark
gazelockedonthesackdanglingfromherfingers.Justasshehadthelastthree
times,Celaenadroppedtoonekneebeforehisthroneandbowedherhead.
Dorian Havilliard stood beside his father’s throne—and she could feel his
sapphireeyesfixedonher.Atthefootofthedais,alwaysbetweenherandthe
royalfamily,stoodChaolWestfall,CaptainoftheGuard.Shelookedupathim
from the shadows of her hood, taking in the lines of his face. For all the
expression he showed, she might as well have been a stranger. But that was
expected,anditwasjustpartof the game they’dbecomesoskilledatplaying
these past few months. Chaol might be her friend, might be someone she’d
somehowcometotrust,buthewasstillcaptain—stillresponsiblefortheroyal
livesinthisroomaboveallothers.Thekingspoke.
“Rise.”
Celaenakeptherchinhighasshestoodandpulledoffherhood.
Thekingwavedahandather,theobsidianringonhisfingergleaminginthe
afternoonlight.“Isitdone?”
Celaena reached a gloved hand into the sack and tossed the severed head
towardhim.Noonespokeasitbounced,avulgarthuddingofstiffandrotting
flesh on marble. It rolled to a stop at the foot of the dais, milky eyes turned
towardtheornateglasschandelieroverhead.
Dorianstraightened,glancingawayfromthehead.Chaoljuststaredather.
“Heputupafight,”Celaenasaid.
Theking leanedforward, examiningthe mauledface andthe jaggedcuts in