Who Does Dorian End Up With In Throne Of Glass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The truth clawed its way up through centuries and landed in me like a blade. Magnus had killed me. Not once. But over and over—every time I was reborn. Every time I got close to reclaiming the throne meant for me. He always found me. He always tried to stop me. But not this time. Dorian got me some hours later, when I was still sitting in the dark, book closed on my lap. He entered without a sound, his silver cloak trailing behind him like mist. “You remember now,” he said quietly. I didn’t ask how he knew. Dorian always knows things before you do.

Then I saw his thin lips curl up from under his black mask. I gasped when he flipped me around, my back colliding with the closed door. He had hitched one of my legs up, his body pressing closer against mine. “Your body says otherwise, little lamb” Prince Darion whispered in my ear, his lips trailing my neck. Fuck! why did my own body betray me?

Or else she would never, ever, trust me. And I didn't want to receive the same outcome as Dorian- Her eternal hatred. Dorian stared at me for a long moment. I didn't look up, I only stared at my own bruised knuckles, a man lost in a labyrinth of my own making. “You’re right,” Dorian said, his tone shifting into something final. “I’ve sat back and indulged in the show enough. Besides, Kristine knows the truth now. The sooner I free Zayne from the darkness, the better it will be.”

"Goddess, I always thought it would have to be you. Every time you came down to the outpost... every time you passed the guard tower. It had to be. It had to be or she would have been too cruel." ​Willow let out a shaky, half-laughing sob, her fingers tangling in the short hairs at the back of his neck. The sheer relief of his words flooded through her, sweeter than any magic the Moon Goddess could have conjured. He hadn't just been looking for a mate; he had been hoping for her. ​"You really wanted it to be me?" she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. ​Dorian’s hands slid up to frame her face, his large palms warm against her cheeks. He looked down at her, his dark eyes wide

"We were deceived. By a witch. By my own arrogance. The Silvermoon throne belongs to Seraphina. And I... I was wrong." The northern wolves lower their weapons. One by one, they kneel. The battle is over. But Darian has one last thing to say. He looks at Kael. "You won her. But you did not deserve her. I loved her first." Kael meets his gaze. "You had your chance. You threw it away." Darian nods slowly. Then he drops to his knees before me. "I submit, my queen." I look down at him. The boy who broke my heart. The victim of a witch's spell.

I sliced through them, but it slowed me just long enough for him to lunge again. He caught my ribs. Steel burned through flesh. I staggered, but turned with the motion, driving my elbow into his gut. He doubled over, and I brought the hilt of my sword down on his back. We both fell. Dirt in my mouth. Blood on my tongue. He rolled away first, coughing, eyes wild. His magic surged again, shadows reaching out like claws. “Don’t you get it?” he wheezed. “She was supposed to be mine. Dorian promised her to me. But you—you ruined it. You ruined everything.”

A moment later, whatever remained of her pride finally shattered. Evelina's gaze shifted to Dorian. "You wanted to stay by her side," she said coldly. "Fine. From this day on, you belong to Seris Thornhart. You will remain with her for the rest of your life." Dorian's eyes widened in horror. "No. No, I don't want that. I don't want a cripple. I don't want a worthless ruin." Only then did he understand what he had really loved all along. Not Seris herself, but the power attached to her name. Without it, she meant nothing to him.

She shoved him, trying to get away, but he didn’t move at all. “Listen, Kendall. You don’t have anyone but me. Raven clearly doesn’t want you, not even when you’re drugged. I can give you a child because I’m a Thorne too. His blood is in me. You won’t be disappointed. I’ll make you feel better,” Dorian said, voice low, his hand sliding to her waist and tracing up her back. Disgust slammed into her. She felt filthy just being touched like that.

There aren't many that will mourn his death, and a fair few that will be grateful. “Well, well, well,” Dorian says. “Isn't that the little breeder I caught? She cleans up good. Looks like the king owes me a thank you.” Dorian irritates Luke no end, but they often work together to achieve their shared goals. “Why? Because you accidentally stumbled upon his mate?” Luke asks. “More like his mate accidentally stumbled upon him,” Kaiya remarks. “The Fates were truly guiding me that night, and the Goddess blessed me with a true mate.”