Aelin stormed out of the compound, leaving Maeve in her wake. Her aunt was awful. All sharp teeth and claws just waiting to eat her up. She only came here to fulfill a promise made by her mother–to finally get Maeve off Terrasen's back. But now it seemed Maeve wanted her to stay and train. To see how powerful her magic was.
It was all a load of rubbish to Aelin. She didn't need to train. She didn't need to learn how to tap into her magic. All her magic ever did was get her into trouble anyway. It was better to just leave it alone.
She walked down a mossy path, intending to return to the stables, grab her horse, and return to Wendlyn, her Ashryver cousins, and, most importantly, Aedion. Who she knew was raising all sorts of hell while waiting for her back in the royal castle. She was just a few steps away when she noticed white tailed hawk fly ahead of her. With a flash of light that stopped her in her steps, Aelin blinked and found a Fae male with long, white hair and vivid green eyes standing before her. Her mouth turned dry and she had to remind herself how to breath. He was beautiful.
His jaw ticked with anger, or maybe restraint, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "My Queen has not given you permission to leave, princess." His tone was hard, commanding. It was exactly what Aelin would expect from any warrior, Fae or no. His eyes, though, they held her tongue. In his eyes was something more. Something mischievous and almost playful. He was goading her.
Smiling at him in a way that sent most courtiers into a tizzy, Aelin tilted her head. "Is that so, buzzard?"
A/N: It's short, yes, but this was just a snippet I saw in my head. I might be convinced to continue it, though. I'm also very open to prompts/requests right now for the TOG fandom. I'm down for anything so long as it's SWF. Just shoot me a message if you're interested.
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