Aedion Ashryver Quotes

Aedion snorted. "Hurry up with the eggs. I'm going to die of starvation."
"Make the bacon, or you don't get any."
Aedion could hardly move fast enough. ~ Sarah J. Maas

A strange, ever-changing female scent hit him, and Aedion found Lysandra leaning against the hallway door. Tears gleamed in her eyes even as she smiled.
She gazed at the closed bedroom door, as if she could still see the prince and queen inside. "That," she said, more to herself than to him. "That is what I am going to find one day."
"A gorgeous Fae warrior?" Aedion said, shifting a bit.
Lysandra chuckled, wiping away her tears, and gave him a knowing look before walking away. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Having Aelin help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn't even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Lysandra's smile grew. "I like your fangs," she said sweetly.
Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did.
Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. "Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?"
Aelin's fork froze in midair.
"Bullshit," Aedion said. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion hadn't dared tell the shifter that he often counted the minutes until she returned, that his chest always felt unbearably tight until he spotted whatever winged or finned form she wore returning to them. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion rubbed at his face. "Do you understand what it was like to sit on my ass while you were gone? You said two hours. What was I supposed to think?"
"Aedion," she said as calmly as she could, and pulled off her filthy gloves before taking his broad, callused hand. "I get it. I do. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She knew he meant it. He'd burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn't place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you," he lied. "One said he wanted to marry you."

A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. "But you know what I told them? I said that they didn't stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you," he promised her. "One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife."

He shrugged. "Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion grinned, and ruffled her red-gold hair. "The battle won't be pretty," he

said as Evangeline sipped her milk. "And you will likely throw up again. But
just remember that this fear of yours? It means you have something worth
fighting for - something you care so greatly for that losing it is the worst thing
you can imagine." He pointed to the frost-covered windows. "Those bastards out
there on the plain? They have none of that." He laid his hand on hers and
squeezed gently. "They have nothing to fight for. And while we might not have
their numbers, we do have something worth defending. And because of that, we
can overcome our fear. We can fight against them, to the very end. For our
friends, for our family ..." He squeezed her hand again at that. "For those we
love ..." He dared to look up at Lysandra, whose green eyes were lined with
silver. "For those we love, we can rise above that fear. Remember that tomorrow.
Even if you throw up, even if you spend the whole night in the privy. Remember
that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph. ~ Sarah J. Maas

So Aedion leaned in, and kissed Lysandra, kissed the woman who should have been his wife, his mate, one last time. "I love you." Sorrow filled her beautiful face. "And I you." She gestured to the western gate, to the soldiers waiting for its final cleaving. "Until the end?" Aedion hefted his shield, flipping the Sword of Orynth in his hand, freeing the stiffness that had seized his fingers. "I will find you again," he promised her. "In whatever life comes after this." Lysandra nodded. "In every lifetime." Together, they turned toward the stairs that would take them down to the gates. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warrior's arms locked around her as he looked at her the way she deserved to be looked at. And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation-
Rowan didn't so much as glance at Aedion's way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom door in Aedion's face.
Point taken. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Why don't you get to the point," she drawled. "I want to have a few hours of sleep tonight." Not a lie. With every breath, exhaustion wrapped tighter around her bones.
"I would have thought," Arobynn said, "given how close you two were and your abilities, that you'd somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of."
The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt
"Your cousin Aedion has been imprisoned for treason - for conspiring with the rebels here in Rifthold to depose the king and put you back on the throne."
The world stopped.
Stopped, and started, then stopped again. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The thing was quiet. Then it tilted its head. The smile it gave him was horrifying in its beauty. "I shall enjoy watching you die, General. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Gavriel smiled at him. "Close the gate, Aedion," was all his father said. And then Gavriel stepped beyond the gates. That golden shield spreading thin. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Eyllwe," Chaol breathed. "Send word to Eyllwe. Tell them to hold on - tell them to prepare." Perhaps it was the light, perhaps it was the cold, but Aedion could have sworn there were tears in the captain's eyes as he said, "Tell them it's time to fight back. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Before my first battle," Aedion said to the girl, "I spent the entire night in
the privy."
Evangeline squeaked, "You?"
Aedion smirked. "Oh yes. Quinn, the old Captain of the Guard, said it was a
wonder I had anything left inside me by the time dawn broke." An old ache
filled Aedion's chest at the mention of his mentor and friend, the man he'd
admired so greatly. Who had made his final stand, as Aedion would, on the plain
beyond this city.
Evangeline let out a little laugh. "That's disgusting."
"It certainly was," Aedion said, and could have sworn Lysandra was smiling a
bit. "So you're already much braver than I ever was."
"I threw up earlier," Evangeline whispered.
Aedion said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Better than shitting your pants,
sweetheart. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You survived; I survived. We're together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you - if only for a moment. To see you and know you'd made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for. ~ Sarah J. Maas

They'd been forged of the same ore, two sides of the same golden, scarred coin. She'd know it when she spied him atop the execution plataform. She couldn't explain it. No one could understand that instant bond, that soul-deep assurance and rightness, unless they, too, had experienced it. But she owned no explanations to anyone - not about Aedion. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The King of Adarlan is dead," Manon said. The world stopped. "Aelin Galathynius killed him and shattered his glass castle."

Elide covered her mouth with a hand, shaking her head. Aelin... Aelin...

"She was aided," Manon went on, "by Prince Aedion Ashryver."
Elide began sobbing.

"And rumor has it Lord Ren Allsbrook is working in the North as a rebel."

Elide buried her face in her hands. Then there was a hard, iron-tipped hand on her shoulder.

A tentative touch.

"Hope," Manon said quietly. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Her scent hit him. For a second, he could only breathe it deep into his lungs,his Fae instincts roaring that this was his family, this was his queen, this was Aelin. He would have known her even if he were blind. Even if there was another scent entwined with hers. Staggeringly powerful and ancient and - male. Interesting. ~ Sarah J. Maas

He would bet good money that the Wyrdstone collar was for the king's own son--and he prayed that the prince had died before he'd allowed his father to leash him like a dog. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Rowan lifted his eyebrows. Are you all right?
She nodded. I just want to get through these two days and be done with it.
"That will never stop being strange," Aedion muttered.
"Deal with it," she told him, carrying the suit into the bedroom. "Let's go hunt ourselves a pretty little demon. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask.
His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?"
She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?"
Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty. ~ Sarah J. Maas

That sounds a lot like, ' I have more secrets that I'm going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell. ~ Sarah J. Maas

I like the new scar Captain. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. He had understood that with Rowan, she was no longer afraid of him; with Rowan, Arobynn was now utterly unnecessary. Irrelevant. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words.
But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around.
You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia's death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn't have left him; how could you let him face the king alone? How could you, how could you, how could you? ~ Sarah J. Maas

None came ten years ago. But maybe someone will bother this time. - Aedion ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived. ~ Sarah J. Maas

... Aedion Ashryer let himself be led into the darkness ...
He did not mind dying.
Though he still wished he'd gotten a chance to see her - just once. ~ Sarah J. Maas

To whatever end?" she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. "To whatever end, Fireheart. ~ Sarah J. Maas

He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him."
Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Rolfe unlocked the door, muttering, "This had better be worth my time," and stalked into the awaiting dimness beyond. Then stopped dead.
Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface.
Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better thank your old one Rolfe. ~ Sarah J. Maas

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home. ~ Sarah J. Maas

One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife. ~ Sarah J. Maas

There was a poem scribbled at the top of the Ashryver family tree, as though some student had dashed it down as a reminder while studying.
Ashryver Eyes
The fairest eyes, from legends old
Of brightest blue, ringed with gold
Bright blue eyes, ringed with gold. A strangled cry came out of him. How many times had he looked into those eyes? How many times had he seen her avert her gaze, that one bit proof she couldn't hide, from the king?
Celaena Sardothien wasn't in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and righful Queen of Terrasen. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Rowan inclined his head. "My lady wants the first shot. She gets the first shot. And when they're scattering in a blind panic, we come in." Aedion gave her a long look. "Don't miss this time." "Asshole," she snapped. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Fireheart, her mother had called her.
Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it. ~ Sarah J. Maas

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aelin," said Aedion, dredging up a drawl as best he could, even as the lie choked him, "has her own plans that she'll only tell us about when the time is right. ~ Sarah J. Maas

I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve. Don't tell me about tomorrow, or the future, or any of it. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes.
Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved.
Aelin mouthed a short, curt word.
Fenrys did not respond.
She spoke again, that queen's unfaltering.
Live. ~ Sarah J. Maas

To whatever end. ~ Sarah J. Maas

And Elide sobbed as Manon Blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.
As Manon Blackbeak saw her and Aelin, knee-to-knee in the grass, and mouthed one word.

Hope. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You're even more dramatic than I am. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You are my Fireheart ~ Sarah J. Maas

They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began. ~ Sarah J. Maas

When she returns," Aedion said quietly, "what she will do to the King of Adarlan will make the slaughtering ten years ago look merciful." And in his heart, Aedion hoped he spoke true. ~ Sarah J. Maas

What do you want me to tell you, Fireheart? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Her heart - it had been meant for her heart.
And he had taken that arrow for her.
The killing calm spread through her like hoarfrost. She'd kill them all. Slowly.
They reached the second bridge just as Aedion's barrage of arrows halted, his quiver no doubt emptied. She shoved Rowan onto the planks. "Run," she said.
"No - ".
"Run."
It was a voice that she'd never heard herself use - a queen's voice - that came out, along with the blind yank she made on the blood oath that bound them together.
His eyes flashed with fury, but his body moved as though she'd compelled him. He staggered across the bridge, just as
Aelin whirled, drawing Goldryn and ducking just as the Wing Leader's sword swiped for her head. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Long live the queen. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Fenrys … You know, I don't actually know your family name." Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen. "Moonbeam." "It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh. Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie? ~ Sarah J. Maas

One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What I've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here."

"You're the Queen of Terrasen. You can't be."

"Says who? We are the masters of our own fates--we decide how to go forward." She squeezed his hand. "You're my friend, Dorian. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Rowan's head was still angled as he asked, "Your mothers were cousins, Prince, but who sired
you?"
Aedion lounged in his chair. "Does it matter?"
"Do you know?" Rowan pressed.
Aedion shrugged. "She never told me - or anyone."
"I'm guessing you have some idea?" Aelin asked.
Rowan said, "He doesn't look familiar to you?"
"He looks like me."
"Yes, but - " He sighed. "You met his father. A few weeks ago. Gavriel ~ Sarah J. Maas

Evangeline, go onto the roof and raise hell for Aedion and Rowan." "Take ~ Sarah J. Maas

Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Come on," she said to Lysandra and Aedion, heading for the door. "We'd better eat before we raise hell. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius ~ Sarah J. Maas

He was a boy in love with a wildfire. Or at least he thought he was ~ Sarah J. Maas

You deserve to be happy, he said. And meant it. She deserved the joy he so often glimpsed on her face when Rowan was near - deserved the wicked laughter she shared with Aedion, the comfort and teasing with Lysandra. She deserved happiness, perhaps more than anyone. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She slid of out his grasp. "If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest."

He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. "Are you trying to bribe me into surviving? ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aelin said to Fenrys, "We'll only invite him to Orynth on holidays." "So he can ruin the festivities?" Fenrys scowled. "I, for one, cherish my holidays. I don't need a misanthrope raining on them. ~ Sarah J. Maas

I am, if anything, the consummate portrait of royal grace."
He chuckled against her mouth. "And humility. Let's not forget that. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Aelin would likely laughed to see him now. The man who had stumbled out of her room after she'd declared that her cycle had arrived. Now sitting in this fine room, mostly naked and not giving a shit about it. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Even if she hadn't slaughtered Baba Yellowlegs, Manon would have killed her just for that spell she'd used to freeze her feet. Etching some foul spell with the man's blood.
And now she was going to die.
Wind-Cleaver pressed against the queen's blade. But Aelin held her ground and hissed, I'm going to rip you to shreds. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius - ­and she would not be afraid. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you ~ Sarah J. Maas

She would fill the world with it, with her light-her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster-but light, light to drive out the darkness.
She was not afraid. ~ Sarah J. Maas