i'll come back for you

The King of Adarlan lifted his glass, such endless shadows dancing in his eyes, but—there. A glimmer of life. “To freedom.”

A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for a breath. They erupted.

He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he’d rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn’t terrify him.

“we were the beginning and middle and end” // “they were the beginning and the ending”

“the crown prince tipped his head back to the sky and roared, and it was the battle cry of a god. then the glass castle shattered.”

(listen)

And then I am going to rattle the stars

Dorian fought like hell against the guards now pinning his arms, trying to drag up any ounce of power as his father brought the collar of Wyrdstone toward his neck.      No—no.      He was screaming it—screaming it because he’d seen that creature in the catacombs, and heard what was being done to Roland and Kaltain. He had seen what a mere ring could do. This was   a n   e n t i r e   c o l l a r ,   with no visible keyhole …      The breath was sucked from his chest, and his ribs groaned in agony, but there was nothing Dorian could do to stop it.

“Is there something the matter?” she asked. Cautiously; curiously. As if she cared.     “You must hate me,” he murmured. “Hate me and my court for our frivolity and mindlessness when so many horrible things are going onoutside of this city. I heard about those butchered rebels, and I—I’m ashamed,” he said, leaning his head against the window. “I undestand  why you have such ease when killing my kind. And I don’t blame you for it.”      “Dorian,” she said gently.      “You won’t believe me. But … I don’t want to be a part of that. I can’t call myself a man when I allow my father to encourage such unforgivable atrocities. Yet even if I pleaded for clemency on behalf of the conquered kingdoms, he wouldn’t listen. Not in this world. This is the world where I only picked you to be my Champion because I knew it would annoy my father. But if I had refused to sponsor a Champion, my father would have seen it as a sign of dissent, and I’m not yet enough of a man to stand against him like that. So I chose Adarlan’s Assassin to be my Champion, because the choice of my Champion was the only choice I had.”      Yes, it was all clear now. “Life shouldn’t be like this,” he said, their eyes meeting as he gestured at the room. “And … and the world shouldn’t be like this.”      The assassin was silent, listening to the throbbing of her heart before she spoke. “I don’t hate you,” she said in little more than a whisper. He seemed remarkably lonely. “And I don’t think you’re like them. I’m—I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. I’m joking most of the time.”

House Galathynius had been once the royal family of Terrasen, abolished by the Havilliards of Adarlan. Due to Brannon’s wife, they possess a Fae heritage. [x] [insp]

“One sign, Dorian,” she said. “Just give me one sign that you’re in there.” The Valg prince laughed low and harsh, that beautiful face twisted with ancient brutality. His sapphire eyes were empty as he said, “I am going to destroy everything you love.”

Dorian. His name was Dorian. Dorian Havilliard, and he was the Crown Prince of Adarlan. And Celaena Sardothian—Aelin Galathynius, his friend…she had come back for him.

He held out his hand, inclining his head. ‘Dance with me?’. Was there music playing? She’d forgotten. The world had shrunk into nothing, dissolved by the golden glow of candles. But there were her feet, and here was her arm, and her neck, and her mouth. She smiled and took his hand, still keeping one eye on the ball around them. He was lost - lost in a world of which he’d always dreamed. Her body was warm beneath his hand, and her fingers were soft around his. He spun her and led her about the floor, waltzing as smoothly as he could. She didn’t falter a single step, nor did she seem to care about many angry female faces that watched as dance after dance passed and they didn’t switch partners.

                                                           You light up the  d a r k n e s s .

– Long Live, Taylor Swift

fourth time is fate;  the last time they meet for the first time it’s his home they’re in, or hell, or somewhere in between, at the end of the world. and glass is shattering and flames are battling ice. and light is shining through the darkness. a door opens somewhere and finally she is aelin again and he is dorian again. and they’re not scared and they’re not running and nothing can defeat them because now they’re together and that makes them more powerful than the gods that have long abandoned their world. she’s a queen and he’s a king and they will win the war and bring the peace their land needs and rule it with justice. and stories will be told of them until the end of time.