Crossing Paths

6

--------AFTER CHAPTER 5----------
This is chapter 6, go to chapter 3 please

Third Person POV
Maven, after days of weeping without Dorian, finally managed to pull himself back up and carry on. He was Prince of Norta, he had duties and obligations that needed sorting out. He had to stand as his father's replacement and tend to the Land Of Adarlan. Dorian's land.

After making himself as presentable as possible he left his chambers. The first task on his agenda was to attend a meeting. He moved through the silent halls with a strong stride, his black boots tapping against the glass under his feet. He moved down the winding staircase and passed the archway.

He paused to check his appearance once again before opening the vast doors to the Grand Room. His hands were placed behind his back as he took quick steps inside. There were no guards like he thought there'd be. He searched the room and found the Prince on his throne, swathed by his cape, looking agitated and troubled as his arm propped up his head.
The Prince was staring at the woman in front of him.
"I apologize for the interruption, but I was summoned?" Maven started.

Maven's POV
Dorian's head shot straight up and he motioned for the captain. The Captain appeared immediately and after a few moments of speaking, came to me and led me to Dorian's side, walking back to stand beside the girl.
"Prince Maven, this is Celaena Sardonthien," Dorian greeted.

I looked to her. Her name was familiar but she didn't look of importance. She was on her knees. Her hair a tangled mess and dirty blonde. Her clothes, or scraps she used as clothes, were filthy and ragged. There didn't seem to be one piece of her skin that wasn't covered in filth and grime. And the smell... It was obvious she hasn't bathed in a while.

Third Person POV
"Look at me like that again, dear prince, and I'll have you killed by morning." She spoke with a sweet venom.
The assassin, Maven remembered.
"Surely you were taught to mind your tongue?" Maven spoke, trying to emphasize his authority as he took a step forward. But, since Dorian was here, he had little.
She smiled.
"Well?" Maven asked, impatient.
"I don't like you folk, I can speak however I like."

"Then expect to be thrown in the dungeons," Dorian interrupted. "You are my guest, do not make me treat you otherwise." The ferocity in his gaze as he stared at her seemed to do nothing, or if it did she did not let it show.
She met his eyes with feigned innocence. "If I am your guest, surely I can be bathed?"

Dorian looked her over as if he just now realized her poor condition. He stood, his cape swishing and catching on his ankles slightly, and walked to Chaol. "Didn't I tell you to make her look presentable before her arrival?"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting, Your Highness." Was his short reply.
Dorian looked straight ahead, seeing nothing."Take her to her rooms and call for a servant."

Chaol grabbed her arm and hauled her up off the floor, which looked difficult in her shackles. They left the room, and we were left alone.

Maven's POV
"Care to explain?" I started.
He rubbed his face with his hand. "That is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the heir of Terrasen."

What? The heir of Terrasen? The lost princess has returned? And Celaena Sardonthien was her alias?

He went on. "My father, in order to strengthen his kingdom, has ordered for a wedding. My own." His inner pain was there, written all over his face.

"If you know of her, why is she still shackled?" I questioned, ignoring the fact that that piece of information can easily be a lie or trick of some sort. Not from Dorian, but from who they got that information from. Still-assuming they were well read-I played along.