Prologue
Elide tried to stay calm as her mind analyzed everything that happened before her. She casted a side glance to Manon and Asterin at her side and found both witches with tears streaming down their faces, not of sadness but of relief.
The war was finally over.
Somehow they won.
Aelin won.
Her Queen sacrificed so much for this to happen and they were all still here. Breathing and with a long life ahead of them.
King Dorian was on his knees, drained of exhaustion and leaning against Chaol's arm as Yrene patched a gash on Chaol's forehead. She silently cared for him while everyone around them seemed too tired to even talk.
Elide's focus went to the male on the other end of the meadow. Lorcan's onyx eyes were engulfed in shadows and she knew he was deep down grieving the death of his Queen Maeve. And even with only hatred in Elide's heart about that horrible woman...she couldn't stand seeing him so broke. It was worse than when the Queen broke the bloodbound she had with him, desonoring him above anything else. He thought back then that everything was about the Queen, that his loyalty only existed for her. And Elide hated that part of him. Hated seeing him degrade himself for that woman. Hated seeing him doing things for that monster, knowing he would never do it if it depended only in him.
While Elide was lost in thought looking at her saviour from the woods, she noticed Queen Aelin and King Rowan were in their own world too, embracing each other, not caring what anyone thought of it.
They survived.
Elide survived.
She could live now.
And Lorcan, on the other end of the meadow should start thinking about getting his feelings together and try to live his own life, without Maeve and without the leash around his neck.
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Hydrangea
FanfictionThe war was finally over. And though things were starting to look better, there were consequences after so many years of being in Morath and of what happened during the war.
