Two Bad Bitches and a Bunch Of Fae // Throne of Glass

Prologue:

"What do you think is the easiest way to dismember a man?" Mallory Draven asked, resting her chin on her knuckles, still leant on the grand table in Dorian's rooms. Chaol simply gaped at her.

"Excuse me?"

Mallory turned, giving him a tired smile, filled to the brim with mischief, "You heard me."

"A sword," Dorian supplied from the end of the table, taking a slurping, very unprincely sip from his soup. At Chaol's disapproving glare, Dorian said: "What? I'm just answering her question!"

Mallory grinned wider, "Give him a break Chaol. You're wrong though Dori, an axe is the classical way."

Dorian nodded, taking another sip of his soup, somehow maintaining a straight face. In Mallory's opinion, this was very impressive.

Chaol sighed, "Where did I find you two?"

Dorian and Mallory immediately replied, the former going first, one after the other: "In my father's throne room," then, "In his father's throne room standing next to him."

The captain of the guard simply rolled his eyes, used to the antics.

"On another note," Chaol grabbed his mug of beer, courtesy of one of his guards anticipating he'd need it, "you wanted to talk to us about something to do with the King's 'competition."

Mallory narrowed her eyes at Dorian, "Why am I only hearing about this now?" All mischief had disappeared from her face.

"Yes, well," the crown prince straightened his back, trying to remind them both that he was heir to the throne of an empire, "I want to recruit Celaena Sardothien for my take in his competition."

A tense silence. A sharp intake of breath. Then: "You've gone insane."

Chaol had to agree with his friend's statement.

"I'm all for playing with fire," Mallory continued, her skin starkly white compared to its regular, milky tan tone, "but this... girls like her kill boys like you Dorian. As your advisor, I must advise against this."

"We'll keep her under watch. Chaol, you'd be in charge. She'll have her rooms, but a battalion of guards around them. I've thought this through Mallory, I know what I'm doing," Dorian said.

Mallory sighed, leaning back into her chair, figure making it clear she was contemplating his words. "I... I'm not sure. Chaol?" She looked at him, asking his advice with a simple glance.

"Fine. As long as she is under my guard, I say fine."

Mallory looked down at Dorian.

"You're insane, but if Chaol thinks it's fine, I second that."

Dorian smiled, folding his hands in his lap and placing his feet on the table, "Great. Wonderful. Now all we have to do is get her out of Endovier. Somehow."

Mallory only facepalmed.