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Enemy. Lover. Queen.
“Hello, Aelin Galathynius.”
Such a rare gift—the ability to summon and manipulate flame. So few exist who possess more than an ember of it; fewer still who can master its wildness.
Maeve ran a moon-white finger down the owl’s head. “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
“Give me your weapons.” “Why? And no.”
“The king needs riders,” Mother Blackbeak said, still staring at the horizon. “Riders for his wyverns—to be his aerial cavalry. He’s been breeding them in the Gap all these years.”
Past them, the ring of megaliths towered like eternal guardians.
And they were so easy with each other—a family in their own way. Uncorrupted by a wicked empire, by years of brutality and slavery and bloodshed. She could almost see the three souls in the kitchen lined up beside each other: theirs bright and clear, hers a flickering black flame.
“Too bad you weren’t there to save Archer Finn,” Chaol said.
Burn
With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Chaol looked straight at Aedion. “Aelin is alive.”
Cousin—that had been his most beloved title. Cousin, kin, protector.
Plot twist
And sometimes it sounded like Aelin—Aelin, whom he had loved, who should have been his queen, and to whom he would have one day sworn the blood oath.
It was that reminder he’d carried with him on his back, the reminder of who the sword belonged to, and to whom, when he took his last breath and went to the Otherworld, he’d finally give it.
The story of Aelin, his Queen, in a death camp, and then serving in her enemy’s house.
There was enough agony in the captain’s eyes that Aedion knew that he loved her.
No, she wanted to rip his throat out—rip it out with the elongated canines she bared at him as she finished shifting and roared.
“There you are.”
Ive been looking for you
His eyes flickered—with what emotion, she couldn’t tell.
Is this gonna be enemies to lovers
“The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
He was helping. And he was willing to meet a horrible fate in order to keep her alive. He hadn’t left her alone.
Every man ever falls in love with her
Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart.
He ripped his cold magic from the air and turned it inward, wrapping it around his heart.
“Let it be a blade, Aelin. If you cannot find the peace, then at least hone the anger that guides you to the shift. Embrace and control it—it is not your enemy.”
“Oh, you’d better run now.”
And then she was going swifter than she ever had in her life, the trees a blur, her immortal body singing as she let its rhythms fall into place.
She could have flown, could have soared for the sudden surge of ecstasy in her blood, the sheer freedom granted by the marvel of creation that was her body.
Even her soul felt looser. As if it had been locked up and buried and was only now starting to shake free. Not joy, perhaps not ever, but a glimmer of what she had been before grief had decimated her so thoroughly.
Her mother had called her Fireheart.
He’d burn the library, the city, or the whole world to ashes if she asked him.
Had the young lord ever felt safe or at peace at any point in the past ten years? It would explain that anger—the reckless anger that coursed through all the young, shattered hearts of Terrasen, including Celaena’s.
He tucked his head toward his belly, his tail wrapping around him. He was pretending he couldn’t hear her.
Abraxos i would die for u
She had not understood what it had been like for him to live his entire life underground, chained and beaten and crippled—until then. Until she heard that noise of undiluted, unyielding joy.
And Manon, because no one was watching, because she did not care, flung out her arms as well and savored the freefall, the wind now a song in her ears, in her shriveled heart.
“You left me,” she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, “I have no one left. No one.”
She didn’t know why it happened, because she had been so dead set on hating him, but … it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her—and didn’t hate her for it.
With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out.
The hilt was engraved with lotus blossoms, a ripple of lapis lazuli edging the bottom like a river wave.
:(
“I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”
Help her. If not for her sake, then at least for what she represents—what she could offer all of us, you included.” “And what is that?” he dared ask. Emrys met his gaze unflinchingly as he whispered, “A better world.”
“I think I’ve started to figure you out, Aelin Galathynius.”
She lied to me because I was a coward, and I hate her for it. I hate her for leaving me.”
“You do not apologize,” he said, “for defending the people you care about.”
You think any of us like to hear you two cursing and screaming every afternoon? The language you use is enough to curdle all the milk in Wendlyn.”
And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.
she liked the quiet and stillness of the night, with the silvered mountain peaks and the river of stars above,
A boy in love with a wildfire—or believing he was in love with one.
“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”
Aelin Fireheart, people had whispered as she bounded past, embers streaming from her like ribbons,
Musicians took up places by the forest edge and the world filled with their violins and fiddles and flutes and drums, such beautiful, ancient music that her flames moved with it, turning into rubies and citrines and tigereyes and deepest sapphires.
The music was a tapestry woven of light and dark and color, building delicate links in a chain that latched on to her heart and spread out into the world, binding her to it, connecting everything.
