"I have to meet with my father," he said, running his gaze along the body of a particularly pretty lady. He winked at her, and she hid her face behind a lace fan as she continued her walk. Dorian nodded to Chaol. "I'll see you later tonight." Without saying a word to Celaena, he strode up the steps to the palace, his red cape blowing in the wind.

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