The Assassin and the Prince. Heir of Fire AU

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Chapter 11

Dorian POV

"To do. What must be done?" A pause. "Elena tasked you this?"

Elena. His ancestors. Celaenas ancestor. Had tasked her. Them, with defeated his father, and releasing magic back into their world.

Or releasing magic first then killing his father. Whichever came first. Celaena wasn't picky.

"Yes. She has been unhelpful throughout everything." Everything meaning all the help she received during the competition. "But. I think we should make context with the rebels... they may be able to help. I just don't want to give them any hope I might."

That she might return to power. Celaena had made it clear she didn't want her old title. She kept claiming that the lost princess died that day 10 years ago. Dorian didn't understand it. But he also couldn't understand all the horrors she'd face throughout the years.

"I'm gathering you have some sort of plan then?"

The look Celaena gave him, made chills roll up his spine.

Aedion POV
The man. Sam. Lead them to an apartment warehouse. Aedion step through the threshold and stopped dead in his tracks. The Fae males stepped behind him through the door. And they paused as well.

The furniture inside was. Luxurious. With hint of Terresan green everywhere...

There was a stag ornament above one of the many bookshelves.

This was hers. Before endovier. This man. Knew her before she'd been sentenced to nine lifetimes. Aedion breath caught.

All he thought he knew was wrong. She never forgot where she came from.

"How do you know Celaena?" Was the first question Sam asked. Because anyone who was close to her would see the resemblance between them.

Aedion looked to him. "She's more than what you realize."

Huffing Sam entered the kitchen. Pouring them all a drink. "Clearly. I knew the woman I loved was someone who had secrets. Secrets so deep she'd forgotten them herself." Throwing the amber liquid down his throat he motioned for the Fae males to help themselves. Ren was standing off to the side. Examining a bookshelf to the far right.

"These are in the old languages of the Fae Sam. I didn't know you could read this."

"I can't." Pausing. "But she could. She used to read to me those stories. Stories of ancient queens and kings. Of monsters across the ocean... I'd always wondered how she know them. But now I know." Sam looked to Aedion. "She's in the kings castle right now isn't she."

Chaol POV

Of course Celaena was nowhere to be found. Of course Dorian wasn't in his rooms. Of course Aedion wasn't in the castle.

The only person in this castle he could find that he had business with was Ress and the rest of his guards. They all had a quick and efficient meeting. Leaving Chaol to brood.

Walking back towards his rooms he overheard two people talking.

"Where the rutting hells are they? Why is Connall here?" A deep voice demanded.

"They will be back soon enough. And I caught his scent too. Why would Maeve not send him with us if he was going to be here? I just—" the accented voice stopped.

Chaol cursed himself . These males were the Fae. Which ones he didn't know. But when he turned the corner they were gone.

Why were two of them missing. Why did another show up unannounced.

Why the rutting hells could he not find anyone he needed to talk too.

Chaol passed by the Kings chambers on the way to his own when he overheard another conversation.

This one gave him chills however.

Rowan POV

As soon as he caught the scent of the captain of the guard he motion for Lorcan to follow him. Fenrys and Gavriel were out scouting some rumors about the rebels having the lost heir on their side. Which known of them had seen or scented since that welcoming dinner.

If Vaughn was here the osprey could have easily tracked the brat. But instead they got Connall. The shadow twin. None of them had spotted him either but they knew his scent. The bastard was most definitely here. But they weren't supposed to know it.

What was Maeve playing at?

They found what looked like an abandoned secret passage. Ever curious Lorcan and Rowan followed it. They found it lead to the Queens chambers. Then further down they caught the scent of blood.

Old blood. A couple months old at the most. Then a familiar lemon verbena and jasmine scent.

Finally. They followed her scent through the catacombs of an old tomb and up a stairwell. The stairwell lead to a bed chamber.

They'd finally found the lost heirs rooms.

"I thought you said you found her rooms the other day." Lorcan whispered.

"I thought I had. But they were the captains."

"The captain of the guard? She was sleeping with him? Huh. Interesting."

Back in their shared room. Rowan and Lorcan waited for the others to return so they could share their news. And plan the next steps.