'Time,' Maeve mused, eyes flickering over her crimson-painted nails languidly. Her voice was a mere muse, not bothering to raise it for her audience of a single man who bowed, forehead pressed to the cold stone floor. Torchlights flickered against the old, greying walls. 'It is funny how time works, doesn't it? Time brings with it fortune and misfortune. Wouldn't you agree, brother, that time has been rather cruel to some in this life?'
Fenrys said nothing and could say nothing, so he simply wept.
Wept for the lost lives of Terrasen, of Connall, of Enya, of Rowan and his beloved, Aelin.
In another life, I believe you will have won.
Erawan had torn himself from Fenrys' shadow. He now stood beside Maeve, a wry smile cocking one corner of his lips upwards.
'Perhaps,' he said. 'It is hard to say what would have happened, had Aelin Galathynius more time.'
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Rising Flames | Throne of Glass
Fanfiction❛You know,❜ he purred, velvet voice raking talons down her spine, ❛I rather like you, princess.❜ [Cover image CTTO]
