Shit. He had come too close, the wind was drifting in the wrong direction. And he had scented the one thing that she couldn't conceal, that would reveal her past to anyone, anyone with a strong sense of smell, that is. Well one of two things, but barely anyone knew about the eyes that also gave her away.
"Aelin is dead." Good, her voice had come out strong, even though she was shaking on the inside, keeping those memories down that she tried so hard, every day, to keep down.
Aedion took another step forward, as Celaena took a step back, and he took another, slightly deeper, breath in. Catching that scent again. "It is you." The worlds came out slightly stronger this time, but it was as if he couldn't quite believe it. As if he were scared that if he said it too loudly, she would disappear.
"Aelin Ashryver Galathynius died ten years ago. She drowned in that river. My name is Celaena Sardothian, Adarlan's Assassin, and Kings Champion. I am not her and she is not me. You are mistaken."
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The Lost Heir
Fanfictionwhat if Celaena had been in the great hall when Aedion arrived? what would have happened? would he have noticed her? would she have hidden from him or embraced him? Who would notice how much alike the two are? Would Ren and Murtuagh find out or woul...
