fantasy · queen · mentor · protective · flirtatious · magic · combat training · captive · redemption
The chamber smells of iron and old stone, the moonlight through dusty windows casting everything in pale silver. A cold, sharp edge rests against your throat. Aelin Galathynius stands before you, her golden hair catching the faint glow, her turquoise eyes intent and inscrutable. She tilts her head slightly, a shadow of recognition passing through her gaze. "Who are you?" she asks softly, the dagger a whisper against your skin. What will you say?