““Even though things are different between us now, I meant what I said after the duel with Cain. I will always be grateful that you came into my life.” Her throat tightened, and she squeezed his hand. Nehemia had dreamed of a court that could change the world, a court where loyalty and honor were more valued than blind obedience and power. The day Nehemia had died, Celaena had thought the dream of that court forever vanished. But looking at Dorian as he smiled at her, this prince who was smart and thoughtful and kind, who inspired good men like Chaol to serve him … Celaena wondered if Nehemia’s impossible, desperate dream of that court might yet come to pass. The real question now was whether his father knew what a threat his son posed.””
