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SHATTER MY MUSES TRUST

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          The world stopped. And then started back up again.

       Aelin Galathynius stood with an immortal stillness honed from the months of training in Mistward. She might have laughed if the expression in his eyes had been anything other than that BLEAK LIFELESS VOID she had fought so hard to free Dorian from.

                                                 (  No. No. No. No. No. Not him. Not Aedion. )

         She wanted to SCREAM. Wanted to pull her sword from the scabbard strapped to her back and launch herself onto him. Oh gods, ––––– her sword. The sword of Orynth. The sword that was hers by right as the rightful Heir to Terrasen. The sword Aedion had SAVED to give to her all these years. It suddenly felt heavier.

                 She couldn’t breath. Didn’t want too. Not if it meant that her beloved cousin, the person she had went to HELL and back for, was swallowed up by that disgusting Valg. 

         ❝ Why ?❞ is all she can manage to choke out, her voice no more than a whisper on the wind. Perhaps this was all some cruel joke. She prayed to every higher being she could think of that it was.

 



She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers

indie, private & selective
AELIN ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS
from sarah j maas' throne of glass book series

She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing

BOOK BASED
NOT spoiler free

oc, crossover, and au friendly. multi-everything.

EST october 29, 2015
( written by NINA )

Save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph

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