““Well, Champion,” he said. He still wasn’t wearing his sword. “Yes, Captain?” The corners of his mouth tugged upward. “Are you happy now?” She didn’t fight her own grin. “I may have just signed away my soul, but … yes. Or as happy as I can be.” “Celaena Sardothien, the King’s Champion,” he mused. “What about it?” “I like the sound of it,” he said, shrugging. “Do you want to know what your first mission will be?” She looked at his golden-brown eyes and all of the promises that lay within them, and linked her arm with his as she smiled. “Tell me tomorrow.””
