The princess looked behind his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. To his dismay, Celaena began speaking in Eyllwe to the princess, who stomped her staff. She hissed something at him. Dorian’s skill with the Eyllwe language was spotty at best, and the princess spoke too fast for him to understand. Thankfully, the assassin translated.
“She says you can return to your cushions and dancing and leave us be,” Celaena said.
He tried his best to look serious. “Tell her it’s unacceptable for her to spar.”
Celaena said something, to which the princess only waved a hand and strode past them and onto the sparring floor.
“What did you say?” Dorian said.
“I said you volunteered to be her first partner,” she said. “Well? You don’t want to upset the princess.”
“I will not spar with the princess.”
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