"I, am—" Aelin started as she turned to look at the obnoxious overbearing possessive Fae prince.
"You, are going to be unable to move if you do not provide a good reason as to why you came in here instead of
staying outside as I told you to." Rowan snarled at her.
And you actually thought that I would listen to you?
Rowan ignored her. "I saw some people but they escaped into the castle before I could catch them. But, if the castle of Orynth is
like Rifthold and Queen Maeve's palace, I would think that they went to the kitchen."
"Lysandra, stay here with Aedion.
Rowan and I will find them and deal with them." Aelin addressed them.
"Why do I have to stay here with HIM?" Lysandra whined.
"Just think of it as your job to watch him." Aelin grinned as the former courtesan smiled and looked at Aedion.
As Aelin made her way down the corridor, she could see the faint outline of some fresh footprints that were not made by the
hulking fae prince in front of her.
"Are you alright? When I came into the castle, you looked rather pale." Rowan's voice interrupted her important observations.
"Just some memories of that day." Aelin replied in a low whisper. Rowan nodded then said
"This should be the kitchen. However, they could have gone anywhere from—" he cut his sentence off and sent a shield of ice at a
table. There, was a thin emaciated girl. She stared at us defiantly. Her head tilted in a stubborn set. Aelin walked over to the girl
with Rowan at her back.
"Who are you?" Aelin asked taking in her hair as black as night and soiled thin and patchy clothes. But she got no answer. "Are
you a villager of Terrasen?" At this, she recieved no answer but the slight widening of her eyes and quickening heartbeat told her all
that she needed to know. She motioned for Rowan to release her. When he did, she slumped down and struggled to rise. But the bit
of strength that she had was not sufficient to let her rise. "What's your name?" Aelin tried again.
"Please kill me." The girl pleaded with wide blue eyes. A little gasp from a dark corridor was heard.
"Rowan, go deal with whoever is out there and bring them to me."
"No! Please no! I'll-I'll tell you whatever you want just please let them go." The girl pleaded and it pained Aelin to see such an
obvious strong fighter brought to her knees.
"Rowan, don't hurt them." Aelin ordered without bothering to check on him as he walked toward the corridor with that feline grace
of his. "Now what's your name?"
"K-Kyria. O-of the Aeseigi branch." At this, a memory clicks in her mind. The Aeseigi, Sarghel, and Moienshi family (A/N I realize
that the names are a bit ludicrous but please bear with me) branches all worked for her family at some point or another. She
thought that she had embraced Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and Celaena Sardothien but the memories would take awhile it seemed.
At this point, Rowan returned with a black haired boy with milky white eyes.
This one is blind.
I got information from her.
Rowan nodded and turned to the boy who was crying now.
"Where's my sister?" He rasped as he tried to figure out where he was.
"I'm here." Kyria struggled to her feet and weakly stumbled like she was drunk to her brother.
"Kyria!" He hugged her as though his life depended on it. "What do you want with us?" She demanded. Then, pried his arms off
and sat him against a wall before standing in front of him so that he was shielded from view.
"What's his name?"
"What's it to you?" Kyria retorted sharply. Then, footsteps sounded to be coming to us and fast. Rowan shot me a look and Aelin
shifted. Punching through the veil and drawing up her power as fast as she could preparing to fight.
But, as the first wave of people arrived, the would be enemy looked at the fae, then at Aelin before dropping to one knee saying in unison:
"My queen."
A/N: I'm not trying to torture you with these short chapters but, while I'm still getting the hang of writing fan fiction, this is the best I've got for now. I'm sorry! And I promise the next chapter will be longer
