Glass of Revenge

~29~

Deep in the dungeon cells beneath the castle of Orynth, the three prisoners immured there were unaware of what had been happening up above at ground level these last few days. They were completely unaware that witnesses being called, depositions were being prepared for their trial, which was due to begin any day now.

However, none of them noticed the passage of time much anymore or lack of guards bringing food, mainly due to the fact that none of the on duty guards could stand being down there due to the constant screaming matches that were all too frequently held.

For now that Lyria had finally begun to relax her magical hold over Sam Cortland, he was simply growing angrier and angrier with her with every passing hour. He didn't understand why Lyria hadn't freed him from her clutches earlier. Sam was completely and utterly convinced that if he had been set free earlier, than he would have been better able to accomplish his goal, and even earlier than Lyria would have.

Their whole goal had been to win back the loves of their lives, had it not? And yet, all of Lyria's plotting and scheming had come to nothing. She had not managed to bring his Celaena back to him, had not even managed to win back her own lost love. Yet Sam was beyond certain that if he had been the architect of their planning, he would have been able to win back his Celaena months earlier. He was convinced of it, and refused to hear of any other alternative.

Sam was furious about the wasted months, months in which he could have had Celaena back in his arms and taken her back to Adarlan with him to resume their lives together. Sam strongly believed that if he had just been able to take that Fae bastard his woman had supposedly given her heart to out of the picture, than she would have come happily back to him.

Sam couldn't give a damn about Terrasen or its people, all he cared about, all he had ever cared about, was his beloved Celaena, for she would never be Aelin to him, she would always be the same old Celaena to him. He didn't give a damn if she felt she had a responsibility to her supposed husband or their child or her people or her kingdom. Once Celaena was back in his arms, she would once again fall in love with him, and it would be just like the old days, back when they were children. Back when they were young and in love, and the world was at their feet.

For in Sam's eyes, that was nothing to the responsibility that she owed to him. He didn't give a damn if she had thought him dead for the last four years, she still should have instinctively known the truth. Celaena had known what Arobynn Hamel was like, she should have been able to realise the truth – should have realised that he was still alive.

The fact of it was that he believed that Celaena should be with him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to win her back. Once he got her back, he would let her give birth, but then he would force her to give the child to its father and Lyria. They would be more than willing to look after the child, he was sure.

And after that, Celaena would be able to finally begin her new life with him, a new life for both of them. A new life that they clearly both so desperately needed.

But at the moment, he was just angry and pissed off that he hadn't seen Celaena since he had arrived in the city, and even more angry and even more pissed off that he had been locked in a dungeon cell for the entirety of his stay there so far. He was beyond furious that his Celaena had given the order for it, and she would have to be punished for it once he managed to free himself and her. There were so many things that he would have to punish his Celaena for, no matter how much the thought sickened him. Celaena was his first and only love, they belonged together forever, and because of that, he hated the thought of punishing her, but he would if he had to.

But Lyria refused to heart any of his objections. Sam was infuriated by Lyria's complete faith, her complete confidence in her own pathetic plans. He was completely enraged by her complete lack of interest in anything and everything that didn't have to do with her.