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Aelin POV
It had been 54 years and 78 days without my fire magic. I thought about how it felt to have that rush, that fire in my blood. The warmth, the beauty of having it, the respect it gives you. The gods had sent little signs they had been watching. Today was the day that I noticed something off. Everything was getting more and more blurry and I heard whispers. Then, it happened. My well filled up so high that I couldn't stop it. I had a second Well now with them same amount of power. So double my old power. What did the gods fucking want now? I didn't know. Nor did I fucking care. Ugh. I saw a portal open up. Manon, Lysandra, Yrene, Dorian, Rowan, Fenrys, Lorcan, Aedion, and I all were sucked in. We landed in a room that was very much. Just much. Then someone yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE DAWN COURT?" I groaned.
"Can you shut up? I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm mad. I'm powerful. It's not a good combination. I'll be fine if I have some food. I will perk up and be less mad." A person brought my cake. I smiled when it was chocolate. Rowan, Lorcan, and Fenrys were watching them and all their movements. All the people across from us. Lysandra was playing her part as helpless very well. Aedion could hold his own. Manon was observing everyone. Dorian was doing what Manon was doing. Yrene was fascinated by the wings. The wings that the Fae had. Lysandra was a bit too. She wanted wings I could tell. I was nervous. It was off here. "So? What are you all talking about?"
A face of ice cold eyes that had a smile that obviously scard everyone else met mine fiery gaze with a wicked smile beating his by a landslide. He said, "I would like to know the names of the people who dropped by. I am High Lord Rhysand, High Lady Feyre, General Cassian, My third Morrigon, my emissary Nesta, and another member of my court Azriel."
"First of all, cut the bullshit. Just cause you don't trust doesn't mean I'm gullible." His eyes relaxed a bit. "That's the first thing, second I'm Queen Aelin Ashyver Whitethorn Galathynius, this is my mate, husband, and person who swore the blood oath to me, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. This is Lysandra, Lady of Caraverre. My other blood sworn people, Lord Lorcan Lochan, he loved Elide enough to take the name, she is a lady. Aedion Ashyver, My stupid cousin who is too protective. Fenrys Moonbeam, who can change into a wolf. He risked his life and I kept him alive with the blood oath. Well this is King Dorian of Ardalan, Queen Manon of Adarlan and the Witches. Lastly this is Yrene our amazing healer that obviously wants to know the bone structure of your wings."
"Well, He is Tarquin High Lord of the Summer Court. Tamlin is the High Lord of the Spring Court, Helion the High Lord of the Day Court, Kallias the High Lord of the Winter Court and his mate Viviane, Thesan the High Lord of the Dawn Court, and Beron the High Lord of the Autumn Court."
"Mmmmm." I smiled. "Do you feel it?"
"Feel what?"
"The power. It calls to me. Speaks to me. Answers me. It's a bathtub?" I could feel my face twist in confusion. "It's filled with blood from the gods. They made. The people that sent me to help you." I could feel power begging me to use it. Yelling, screaming, bellowing, shooting my name out. I opened my eyes. Everyone was staring at me? I looked at my hands they were covering in blue fire. My whole body was. I quick as I saw the fire, so bold, big, beautiful, blue, it was out.
It was Rhysand who said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Aelin Ashyver Whitethorn Galathynius. A god blessed, assassin thief, champion, bitch, fire-breathing warrior queen. Not one to mess with. Neither is her court or friends. Everyone here is here for a reason." I looked at them all. Not bothering to hide my scars, my pain, and my part broken soul that could ever heal.
