she was F I R E, and light, and ash, and embers.
she was AELIN FIREHEART and she bowed for NO ONE and nothing, save the CROWN that was hers by blood and [ s u r v i v a l ] and triumph.
independent, selective and private
aelin ashryver galathynius
from sarah j maas’ throne of glass series

she could hear the other approach long before they were visible
by light. loud, clumsy footsteps agains the cobblestone.
❝ it is not wise to sneak up on an assassin.❞
open !

ADARLAN’S ASSASSIN
HEIR OF TERRASEN
starter call !!!

❝ what? you’ve been staring at me like
for five minutes and it’s getting annoying. ❞
FIREHEART
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING STYLISH IN BEING UTTERLY WICKED
YOU WERE COLD, AS THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BONES
SO GIVE ME HOPE IN THE DARKNESS
FOR ALL MY SWEAT, MY BLOOD RUNS WEAK
MY HEART IS GOLD AND MY HANDS ARE COLD
THROW ME TO THE WOLVES AND I WILL RETURN LEADING THE PACK
DRIPPING LIKE A SATURATED SUNRISE.

