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[f1ameheir]

❛   so you're just going to keep giving her bits of your shirt every month and watching her from the shadows for what – forever ?   ❜ she was trying. trying to hone the aelin she had been prior to two months ago. but the fresh skin a ever present reminder gleaming up at her at a constant basis , it had proven to be anything but an easy feat. but she tried. perhaps that was why she took it upon herself to approach lorcan aboard the ship setting sail back towards erilea. break through the thickening tension that surrounded him and elide near constantly with a rather blunt statement. but given her and lorcan's relationship , ( if one would use that word to describe the thread between them ) it also wasn't too surprising. ❛   i don't understand it , whatever it is that is between you two , but i do know she isn't stupid. and you're not very subtle about it if that is your plan.   ❜

@homiines liked for a starter for lorcan

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 ❛   if you really do hate him as much as you say , you’re doing a bad job at showing it.   ❜      there is a rare glimmer of lightness in aelin’s voice as she joins beside elide aboard the ship.      two weeks , in two weeks her feet would once again step onto the soil of her birthright.      her lungs filling with that of pine coated in the winter’s bite.      and alongside her , apart from the men who had sworn their alliance to her , was someone who she never would have imagined to see again.      elide lochan , the woman whom she owed so much to.      not just for what she had done , but for her mother’s selfless act over a decade prior.      the mother of which aelin could see within her every time she looked her way.      the way her hand rested upon her knee in that clearing , her silent comfort she offered when the world was but a daze after she was long from that camp   ––   she truly was marion’s daughter.      but , whereas she held her caring nature , it was the headstrongness that aelin picked up on quickly.      elide’s glaring towards lorcan since they climbed onto that boat in the caves , the way she moved keeping a large birth of space between them.      aelin had overheard her disdain towards the man , but the way she looked at him   . . .    ❛   you do know , no matter how hard you try , he is still going to pine after you like a wounded pup , right ?   ❜

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[f1ameheir]

elain ( @ehlane ) said : ❛   no one's ever listened to me before.   ❜

questions had already been silently murmured amongst herself since visiting velaris , properly.      witnessing how the court of night ran , the surface level workings of the inner circle all led by a man whose own power rivaled that of her own in its unique ways.      but while the outer appearance seemed feigned in glamor and beauty , there had been this nagging within aelin the whole visit.      one she could not place her finger on to pinpoint her not wholly like of the court.      so when elain speaks up , admitting to never being heard even while apart of a family that harbored the aura of fairness and togetherness , there is that familiar burning within the heir of mala.      one of understanding and ire towards those who overlooked a woman who , like how aelin once had been , was still arising to her true form.      perhaps that's why she pushed for the archeron sister to visit terrasen with her.      why she offered an escape of sorts even if for a short while.      to show her that there was more to the worlds around than the one she was thrust within.

❛   the way i see it , that’s their loss.   ❜      a hand , gently in its movements , moves to grasp hold of the others as the dying sun set over the mountains blanketed by trees.      to be ignored , to be looked over and treated as an object rather than a person   . . .   a feeling she herself has known all too well.     many in her found family - esque court did.      and being so acquainted with such history was one of the larger , overarching reasons aelin forged her court the way she did.      every person who stood beside her held a voice.      held a say in their paths forward   ( even if it seemed she did not always listen. )      over her damned soul would they be stiffened again.      perhaps that’s the reason she did not let go of elains hand as she fully turned to face the other amid the light of dusk.     

❛   i do not expect you to stay , it would be against all i stand by to hold you hostage here.      but know here you have a voice.      here you have a home not just a house.      and you are more than welcome to come and go as you please.      but i do hope you make your choice for you and not for your sisters.   ❜ her face softens , genuine care and concern painting the features of aelins face.      ❛   you deserve to be happy to , elain.      to build your own life how you wish to.   ❜      and damned to the gods of this world and the next to the high lord of the night court for ever making the other feel anything else.

[f1ameheir]

dorian ( @prince1ing ) said : ❛   I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.   ❜

words for so long that went unspoken between the two.      amid the chaos that veiled the initial days of their first meeting , the horrors that followed soon after , never had they been given a moment of reprieve.      one to fully sit amongst the others company and take even a singular deep , full breath.      how long had it been ?      a question that strikes aelin near breathless when the realization hit.      last she had been this close to him   . . .   flashes of atop the glass castle , a look of pure and unrequited hatred in his eyes as he stood across from her , play within her eyes.      the collar darker than that of night against his skin.      she had been so sure she’d lost him for good.      but against all odds , everything she had come to learn of the valg , here he sat.      here the true hearted dorian sat with that demeanor of a true king radiating from every direction.      it’s that very reason that made this instance so special   . . .   intimate even. 

❛   i think , given all we have survived through already is enough for a hundred lifetimes.   ❜      there it was , the swaggering tones aelin was well to known to carry.      even in the hours of the darkest times , it had become her crutch.      has become her way to dissociate so to speak and go back to a time when her only worry was what dress she was going to wear to the orchestra.      but looking upon dorian again , those eyes that had seen sides of her not even rowan himself had gazed at yet , the over-pompous appearance vanished.      ❛   but i can’t say i could think of anyone better to do it all with.   ❜

hands cusp at the water mug in her hands , the cool liquid calming the still burning blaze of magic that refilled within.      ❛   i bet you never expected all of this when you chose me as your champion and dragged me out of endovier.   ❜

[f1ameheir]

it is the aura of peace that embodies the high lords mate.      while there was undeniable doubt that she too had faced the wrath of battle and hardships , it is the softness that still befalls her that strikes aelin the most.      it makes the fire queen momentarily turn inward onto herself questioning what others felt when they found themselves in her presence.      how deep did her scars dig ?      however , it is the ease that comes with talking with feyra that instantaneously pulls aelin from her wandering thoughts and towards the question of sorts she offers.      i imagine you’ve had the chance to travel a bit more than me.

the small spout of laughter is innocent in its regard.      there were countless places of her own continent and beyond she has seen.      trekked through and bore witness to its customs.      but never did aelin count that as traveling as she did this.      never getting the chance to fully embrace the places she ventured as the needs of looming battle kept her eyes from wandering into the beauty of the many cities and towns. 

❛   i’ve been to many places . . . but never got to really experience them.   ❜      pulling in all her inner strength to turn away from the grand view , aelin let her eyes fall upon the other as a smile pins to her lips.      ❛   are all the courts here this beautiful ?   ❜

" thank you, " i grinned widely, eyes sparkling with pride, as i glanced up to admire the sweeping sky and snow peaked mountains, that were illuminated by the bright stars. " that says a lot - i imagine you've had the chance to travel a bit more than me. " there was so much of the world i still wanted to see beyond our island and magnificent court. despite my newfound immortality, i still couldn't shake the feeling of human urgency. but i knew for certain, there was no place i would rather call home. " i don't think i'll ever get tired of them. every night blows me away. "

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rowan ( @denouemente ) said : ❛   that's impossible.   ❜

in all accounts, rowan was right.      the plan she had laid out before them did hover over the definition of impossible if not downright insanity.      no matter the way spun or crafted , to not only execute but also succeed , the steps needed were those of a fool's far fetched dream.      but when did a long away dream or an impossible plan ever deter the queen of fire ?      if anything , she heeded rowan’s doubt as a challenge.      the way those deep green eyes she could easily lose herself within had she stared into them for too long.      so she pulls from his hypnotic gaze   ( even if it pains her to do so )   and moves back to the plans scattered about on the table in the heart of the room.

❛   and so was surviving ca   ––   surviving him ,   ❜      it’s a name that still haunts her.      no , not a name per se , but the image of those blue eyes flashing against tanned flesh.      his black hair hanging over her as she lay strapped to that damned altar.      skin albeit new , holding no mark or memory of then   . . .   she can still feel it.      feel all of it.      but give into fear , to still walk on eggshells regarding him , that was what gave him his true power.      what he had fed on for those weeks / months / years.      however , when aelin looks back to rowan , even she herself can see he holds his own ties to memories that name brings.      as if an unspoken agreement between the two that his name was one not worth the respect of being spoken.      

❛   but here we are.   ❜      breaking the sudden tension in the room with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders , a semi - forced smirk to the outer edges of her lips as she spoke.      here they were , together , alive. her fire once again meshing with that of his wind.      against the odds , against the will of the gods themselves , they had rejoined as one.      quite literally done the impossible.      ❛   and , i think , we are proof that nothing is impossible.   ❜

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lyssandra ( @homebehind ) said : ❛   you're joking.   ❜

she wished she was.      there was nothing more that aelin had wished for in that moment , looking upon the face of a woman she once was daft enough to view as her enemy , that the words she conveyed were nothing more than a dark attempt at humor.      however , there was no wavering in her own disheveled , hardened appearance.      war was coming.      faster than any of them had envisioned it to.      and with that , the song of her own mortality   —   fae blooded or not   —   seemed to be reaching its nearing end.      the mark she wore above her brow a constant reminder of such.     of the cost she would be forced to pay to end the bloodshed and death that washed over this world.      but even after she was gone , soul fled to whatever sort of afterworld lingered above their heads , someone had to rule her homeland.      had to craft the vision she long clung to over the last decade and turn it into reality with the aid of all those she rallied under her name.      the someone leading the way , she knew , had to be her.      but also not her.      that’s why she told rowan , mid purging anything and everything that once sat in her stomach , she needed lyssandra.      

the shapeshifter who had already donned aelin’s skin and voice one before.      the person who had walked beside her even long before their friendship blossomed.      and while it caused further bile to rise in her throat at the knowledge that she would never see the world she so hoped for , knowing those she cared for most would kept her bones from shaking.      so when lyssandra looked upon her now , her visage anything but that of a queen , it was aelin’s eyes that spoke first.      ❛   i’m anything but.   ❜      

there is a hollowness to her voice , one that rises only when a person is grieving.      and to grieve for one’s own death   . . .   it was an odd feeling.      ❛   that’s the cost to close the gate.      to put an end to everything.      but terrasen will still need a leader   . . .   will still need me.   ❜      aelin can feel the bubbling of tears threatening to rise on her lower lashes as she speaks her thoughts true.      ❛   i understand it is a lot to ask of you to take on , and i don’t   ––   i don’t expect an answer right away but , i’m not asking just because you are a shifter.      but because i trust you above all else.      to make this nation , this world , better than we were given.   ❜

[f1ameheir]

they were streets never did she think she would walk upon again.      dwelling in the depths of darkness with only the reverberations of whips and metal striking stone , it was a hell where not even the glimmer of hope could thrive.      for a year celaena dwelled within that very horror.     days lost to time itself , stripping her of the ideals of one day escaping the hold of endovier.      but whether it has been a god she long sought to abandon her , or an offering of luck she was granted for surviving this long , she had emerged.       but her freedom came with a mighty cost.      a challenge of sorts crafted by the very king that had not only ordered her to the cavernous hellscape to begin with , but had taken away everything she held dear near ten years ago.      the man who had slain her mother and father as they slept and muted their continent of magic.      but agreeing to play his wicked games meant , for the time being had she lose in the trials to come , she could taste the air once more.      an offer she herself , no matter how hard headed , could not pass up.

moving amongst the crowds , the cobblestone clicking beneath her shoes as she moved through the all too familiar roads of the lower lying districts , faces turned towards her as she strode past.     clearly her imprisonment had not gone unheard of within the streets.      adarlan’s assassin taken to endovier.      that was a headline sure to get the peoples attention.      but it did not stiffen her stride.      in this moment , nothing could.

celaena wasted no step once she caught sight of the small sweets shop that had stood at the corner for , she was sure , far longer than she had drawn breath.      hidden from the masses as if a secret trove that held the best chocolates in the city.      a claim she would take her last breath proclaiming.      moving inside , letting the aroma fill her lungs so deeply her knees wobbled , she peered at the simple but grand selection before her , unsure where to even think to begin.      far gone were the days of infinite funds that led to buying masses of each kind , so it took her a moment to question what it was she craved the most.      that is , until a voice that followed her even in her darkest hours , that kept her going when she should have crumbled , met her ear.      one that could not be mistaken nor replicated.      afraid to turn towards the sound , to be left shattered beyond repair once again had it just been a twisted trick of her mind , celaena curled her hands into tight fists at her side.      but there had been something about that voice , far too close , too real for her heart not to urge her body to twist.      and when she did , when every bit of strength she held had been willed to her legs to move , she felt her heart drop.

❛   sam ?!   ❜

@cort1and gets the first of many heartbreaking starters

[f1ameheir]

it was a risk.     the whole plan had been a fool's errand with not one moment that offered a guarantee of success.      but it was one they had no option in setting into motion.      placing their pawns on the board unaware of the other party's move set.      against all odds , every road block they stood against   . . .   it had worked.      the glass castle now mere fragments under their boots , magic dancing in the air across the once dark void of a continent , and a mad king stripped of his rule.      nevertheless , victory came with a cost.      the one who seemed to have been stuck with the bulk of it being chaol.      it’s why aelin waited to visit him privately.      to go from captain of the king’s guard to losing the ability to use one’s legs   . . .   it is a feeling she cannot fathom.      but still , she had to see him.      speak to him.      after all she had done , put him though , he was owed her gratitude ten times over.      so , against dorian’s advice to not venture too soon , she moves to the door of his chambers , fingers gently knocking at the aged wood whilst mentally preparing to be responded to by silence.      not that she would blame him.      ❛   chaol , it’s cel   —   it's aelin.   ❜

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aedion ( @denouemente ) said : ❛   i will not fail you. i'm not afraid.   ❜

ten years.      a decade apart , unsure of the others not only whereabouts , but if they were even alive.      two lives once so intertwined with the other town apart and sent into far different worlds.      there had been hope , over the years while she survived the streets of rifthold under the pseudonym of celaena sardothien , that somewhere aedion was there.      that after that night he had managed to flee to safety.      never was there a moment she didn’t pray to the unforgiving gods that he didn’t make it out.      and it seemed his own drive , like the many parallels they already shared in appearance and mannerisms , was another shared characteristic between the cousins.      a familial loyalty that ran deep within the ashryver blood.      and upon his words , a warmth of hope gleamed.      a feeling not felt since childhood as he declared his loyalty to the kingdomless queen.      even if the words following did strike a hidden , buried wound within her that nearly knocked aelin momentarily breathless. 

❛   i know you won’t.   ❜       the road ahead , well she would be lying through her teeth had she said she herself was not terrified of it.      of the unknown that looked as they pushed forth.      the freeing of magic , the downfall of the glass castle   . . .   such tasks that once seemed daunting now seemed minuscule in comparison to what lie ahead.      yes, questions were answered.      but in their place more we’re raised.      bigger threats growing.      and even with her magic freed from their shackles , with rowan and aeidon at her side , the daunting loom did not waver in its severity.      and even aelin galathynius herself wondered if it would be enough to stop the approaching storm.      ❛   you’ve gone and above and beyond to prove it.   ❜

looking outwards onto the city that lingers beyond what remains of the glass castle , only then does it truly sink in.      every person roaming in heightened senses of chaos and confusion moving about the streets she had once known like the back of her hand did the final ball drop.      did her normally strong willed voice waver for a fleeting second.      ❛   i just hope that all we're doing is enough.   ❜

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rowan ( @denouemente ) said : ❛   i'm afraid there's not much left.   ❜

they are the words aelin had expected but did not wish to hear.      townships , once proud and prosperous in their trades along the coasts , turned to ashen ghosts of what they once were.      no sounds of life echoing over the stilling waters from the shoreline docks , nor boats a mere fraction of their own size galavanting about the waves to bring in the fish harvest.      no , all that was left along the black cinder mixed smoke was a message written in the lives of the innocent.      a note not to just anyone   —   but directly to her.      a reminder that erawan’s reach was growing across the continent at an alarming rate.      he was no longer hiding in morath cultivating his armies and otherworldly forces.      and he knew precisely where she was. 

the realization alone , at just how far his reach now spun , how far he would go to keep his presence known in the eyes of aelin galathynius no matter where she fled made her stomach coil in agony.      oh how she craved the long gone ability to disappear into the hidden tunnels under the castle as she had done what felt like a hundred lifetimes ago when the world felt too small.      a time when she did not have the weight of not only a nation but humanity hanging from her shoulders.      how arrogant she was then to take those months living in the castle for granted.      but to dwindle on the past would do nothing to aid those who had died solely in the crossfire and would help no one who lived in fear of if their home would be next.      so she swallowed her grief and anxiety.      polished the unfeeling mask aelin has become too accustomed to wear as of late , and turned from the scene of carnage and sorrow to that of the silver haired prince whom not only her magic called to but her soul. 

❛   have we found any survivors so far ?   ❜      her voice rings hollow , that of a hardened queen amid a war rather than the swagger tones she was well known to have as eyes fall back to the small village now clouded by dying smoke as the flames rampage came to an end.      but , like the previous two they had now passed and extinguished , more smoke bellowed ahead into the horizon.      another looming reminder of the hellish war that lie ahead. with that , the sinking feeling only grew deeper.      as if the perished slowly pulled her further into the darkness with each passing second.      ❛   any that can tell us what exactly happened ?   ❜

[f1ameheir]

it has been easy at first , to stay hidden via the guise of her hood and human form.      with magic hushed as were the embers within her core as she moved amongst the city's hollowed streets.      while aedion has been saved from the grips of death only the night prior , it was the sight of dorian that still haunted her every waking moment.      the collar on his neck , the void in his eyes.      the man who had chosen her , who had saved her was gone.      chaol could place blame on her all he wished , but never did it amount to the volume she placed on herself.      it were those thoughts that rattled her mind as she walked , the world around her going quiet in response.      at least until a voice pointed her direction pulled the princess turned assassin back from the void.      a face she did not know under the other's hood but the words she spoke deemed her not of a regular rifthold citizen when maeve was mentioned.      but it was not mention of her aunt that halted the words from her tongue , rather mention of fae warriors within the city.      fae warriors looking for her.      ❛   and i should trust the words of a stranger ?   ❜      she noted her hands at her sides , the lack of weaponry in her grasp.      but it did not stop her own hands from resting on the hilt of her beloved dagger at her side.      ❛   how do i know you are not one of those she sent ?   ❜

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__________✨       THE       STENCH       OF       THE       CITY'S       FILTH       CANNOT       MASK       THE       TELLTALE       SIGNS       THAT HER       YEARS    OF    OBSCURITY       ARE       SURE       TO    END.        the    scent    of    pine    carried    on    ice    wind,       dark    amber    &&    palm    trailing    not    far    behind     (       two   of   the   cadre   have   found   their   way   to   erilea    &&    she   can   only   wonder    why     )       more   questions   emerge   as   she   overhears   a   name.     the    who    in    the    equation    they    seek.        the   relief   she   feels   that   she   is   not   maeve's   mark   is   shortlived,       for   whoever   this    celaena    sardothian    is   would   not   be   so   lucky.       she   has   nearly   forgotten   what   the   pull   of   her   magic   felt   like,     but    it    is    the    price    she    pays    to    escape    the    fae    queen     (    she   cannot   subject   another   to   the   monarch's   cruelty     )       so   she   seeks,        she    finds.        the   cadre   like   to   think   they   are   elite   warriors.        they    would    be    shocked    to    know    who    trained    her    had    they    ever    known    her    past.       with   ears   hidden    &&    an   apologetic   grimace,       she   faces   the   stranger.     maybe    there    will    be    enough    time    to    run    still.     ❛    you've   made   quite   a   name   for   yourself,       whoever   you   are,    ❜     she   starts,       hands   out,       palms   up.     unarmed.     ❛    you   should   be   careful.       you've   drawn   the   notice   of   the   fae   queen.        she    seeks    you    now.       her   warriors   have   made   it   to   this   coast   to   find   you.    ❜

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months.      if someone had sat aelin down mere months ago and told her that one day she would stand beside lorcan as he inquired on relationship advice of the sort , she would have laughed the rest of her days.      and yet , as he looked towards her now with an appearance of his own exhaustion and unease , it was clear to the fire - bringer that more than just she herself had changed.      elide had seen something within lorcan , had found something in him even aelin , and possibly the others who sailed home alongside her , did not believe was there.      the same sort of something that aelin has found in rowan.      a piece , one that matched her own that sat lonesome for so long.     it didn’t have to make sense , not to anyone else.      but knowledge of such reasoning fails to silence the blonde who is towered over by the fae beside her at his grudging question.      ❛   well you could start by trying to understand where she is coming from.   ❜      

her words , her tone , it was forced so to speak.      not in regards of being forced to speak to lorcan , but to maintain its swagger.      to keep up the image that the old aelin was still there , that maeve had not completely broken her.      all the while all she craved was the semi - comfortable bed and silence.      but she had to keep pressing on.      keep up the facade.      not for herself , but for all those who had risked everything and continued to do so for her and the world she promised.      ❛   i know what happened on that beach from where i stood   . . .   ❜      aelin forces the climbing ball in her throat back down at the mere mention of that day.      ❛   what severing the oath does.      but from where she stood , based on what little to nothing she knows of it   . . .   can you blame her for thinking you were crawling towards ma   —   her ?   ❜

things were different. he was different, he cannot deny that. whether it was the girl who he found himself stealing a glance to constantly or the foreshadowing war that surrounds them like a thick smog, he's not sure. yet. the fact that he's been in many wars previously surely states exactly what's changed him, he just refuses to acknowledge that. he found his eyes trained on elide again when he was interrupted by her. since they rescued aelin, lorcan had kept his distance and kept their conversation to barely anything. he didn't feel deserving enough to have an audience with the one who is portrayed to be the one to save them all. but he will help her be that person no matter what he needs to do. at her words, he immediately snapped his eyes in her direction with a sharp inhale through clenched teeth. he had hoped no one had really taken much notice, but it seems he's failed miserably and worse, it is her that's caught it. ����� she isn't stupid. i know that much too but if the only thing she will accept from me is ripped clothing, then i will do it for however long im needed to. ❜❜ he knows whats between him and elide is silly and could be fixed with words but elide doesnt want to hear him and he doesnt think he'll find the words to explain everything he wants to say. ❛❛ if you have any mighty suggestion on how you can get her to forgive me, then please i'm all ears. ❜❜

[f1ameheir]

territorial fae bastard   –   clearly the term did not solely belong to her own mate.      throughout the ship , the tension that lingered between lorcan and elide was undoubtedly felt.      and had someone dared to walk near enough of where they were , it was naught but suffocating.      ( perhaps that was the reasoning as to why the entirety of the main deck had grown desolate of any others. )      but it did not waver aelin’s standing.      not that she would be one to press elide into his arms.      never would she force the girl of whom had been though her own hells aelin had not even been told of nor could imagine to forgive him for his misgivings.      elide had every right to turn her back to him , to ignore his pining.      that is , if she actually was.      aelin could see it , hells near all those aboard could see it.      that spark that still flickered there between the two.      aelin had spent so many years pushing sam away , never giving him a second look even when her heart called for him.      all that time she had wasted only to be left with a handful of memories.      and with war looming   . . .   aelin did not want elide to face the same regret she had.      

❛   what he –   ❜      it takes a moment , as if her mind was guarding her from reminiscing back to that day , for aelin to go back to the time the three of them shared one space.      the wisps of the waves sea breeze from the waters below turning into the warm , metallic air that filled her lungs that day.      the day maeve held her hostage.      the day lorcan crawled across the beach.      elide held such anger towards him because , from the outside , he not only called upon the darkened woman , but crawled to maeve.      ❛   you think he is the reason i was taken . . .   ❜

__________☾      THE       YOUNG       LADY       OF       PERRANTH       TRIES       &&       FAILS       TO       KEEP       THE       TRUTH       FROM       HER       FACE       AT       HER       QUEEN'S       QUESTIONING.       weeks   of   hurt,       of   misplaced   trust    &&    broken   hearts     (     hers    only,       no    doubt,       for    had    he    not    crawled    along    burning    sand    at    maeve's    feet    ??     )       anneith   is   silent   now,     wisdom    not    to    be    found    in    a    place    such    as    this.        this    is    her    burden    to    bear    for    having    given    her    faith    so    blindly    to    one    who    had    nearly    destroyed    the    one    hope    of    her    homeland     (       aelin,        her    friend,       her   light   amongst   the   darkness   her   uncle   left   her   to   rot   in     )       ❛    there   was   never   anything   to   pine   after.     &&    there   certainly   isn't   anything   to   pine   for   in   the   future.        he's    made    sure    of    that.    ❜       from   the   corner   of   her   eye,       she   sees   lorcan's   jaw   tick    &&    she   knows   he's   been   listening   into   their   conversation.        frustration   fills   her,       but   she   cannot   be   bothered   to   feel   shame   for   the   bite   in   her   words.        she    only    lowers    her    voice    to    protect    from    fae    hearing.       ❛    i   cannot   forget   what   he   did   to   you.    ❜