Crossing Paths

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Maven's POV
"Watch what you say, Prince." They spat at him, holding him up by his chin as his eyes watered.
He coughed, struggling to breathe and then their fist contacted with his stomach.
"Dorian!" I screamed, trying to fling myself forward to escape from their firm grip. To hold him up before he fell down. He spit out blood and his face took on a shade of crimson. He is angry and being unable to breathe doesn't help that very much. My arm broke free, elbowing one of the men. It made the other let go of me, stunned. I turned, stepping in front of Dorian. What idiotic guards.
"Leave us alone." I warned, and all I received were blank stares.
"Maven, step down." I turned and met Dorian's face, who already had other men holding his arms, restraining him from fighting a fight they think only he can fight.
When the reality is much more.
"Dorian, no." His eyes pleaded with me, nodding slightly in an attempt to change the decision I had already made.
"Dorian this is not right. You must know this." I begged.
"Please," he whispered, his eyes holding so much pain.
"Prince of Norta," The King spoke, "do you care to carry on?" I met Dorian's father's eyes, and then saw his smile through my blurred vision.
I can tear that smile off his face without flinching.
I want to.

I'm going to.
My hands lay at my sides, the fire building as I stared the man down. My hand flinched, and the ember in my spark began to flicker. I felt the heat wrapping around my fingertips.
Then Dorian grabbed my hand and kissed me.

Dorian's POV
Maven said nothing, he wasn't moving. But I glanced at his hands, and at his body, and knew he was going to unleash hell.
Once the guards eased their grip on me, I ran. I kissed him.
His eyes stayed open, I saw that before I closed mine. Grasping his face, I broke away.

Maven's POV
He held my cheek and broke away from my mouth, an inch away. He breathed and his icy breath fanned over my face. I could say nothing, form no words.
I just stood there and stared into his blue eyes, wanting to drown within them.
His gaze left my face, and stared behind me. I turned, and there was Chaol and Celaena.
Their capes caught at their ankles from having ran, and nothing but horror was etched onto their face.
Dorian glanced to his father.
"You disgusting child! You ungrateful wretch! All the ladies present in this castle and you choose this-" Dorian threw himself at his father.
The guards moved. But so did she. Celaena drew her sword, and I went to my prince.
"Don't you dare speak a word of him like that in my presence! Ever!" He screamed, clawing at his father's face until he drew blood.
"Dorian, no!" I yelled, gripping his waist and pulling him off. He let go and fell into my lap, enrapt in only me.
More guards were now here and surrounded us, swarmed us.
The King surged forward and stood, blood dripping form the damage of Dorian's nails.
Celaena's grin was feral but she surrendered. And then she looked to Chaol.

Celaena's POV
He did nothing, he did not help me nor his friends at all. He remained standing, watching. Instead of sadness, I felt anger.
But I did nothing, said nothing. I only stared.
"Celaena." He pleaded.
I ignored him, addressing the king.
"So, what is to-" I was hit over the head, falling unconscious immediately.

Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I awoke, slowly. The harsh lights hitting my eyes is what awoke me. That, and I am hungry. But I cannot even think about food right now. I sat up, looking around.
I'm in a cell. Probably underneath the property. I stuffed my feet into my boots and walked to the door angrily.
Chaol appeared.
He looks like he wants to say something, some form of apology.
And if he apologized I know I will cry. So I evaded that.
"What are you doing here?" My voice was laced with disgust. And it should be. He betrayed us when we were all damned. And I bet you anything he groveled at the King's feet in desperation not to throw him in here too.
"Celaena it is not what you think. Please let me explain." He begged, going to the door and standing directly in front of it. I stepped back.
"Save it, Chaol. Spare me your damned apology. It's not needed." I sighed, turning around and sitting back down on the cot. Facing away from him.
"I am sorry." He said, anyway. I sighed and laid down, pulling my cloak around me and deciding to go to sleep. It's not like he gave me much of an option.
Silence for 7 whole seconds, and then, "I never meant to hurt you." He whispered, his boots tapping against the floor as he walked away from me.
I sighed, closing my eyes and trying my hardest to fall into a dreamless sleep.
Where nightmares are unable to be formed.
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