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Aelin asks Lysandra for the Nightgown in Queen of Shadows (Remember that? The metallic gold one? NO? WHAT?... Based off of an image I saw.)

I knocked on the door once, twice. Lysandra wasn't answering, and I was starting to get annoyed. I was just about to turn around when she opened the door, frowning. I spun around on my heel, my eyes lighting up.

"Lysandra, thank the gods that you opened up. I need to ask you something."

Lysandra examined me for a moment, leaning against the door she held cracked open with one hand, before nodding and opening the door up to let me in. "Sure, come in first. It's freezing outside." I walked in, happy for the warmth of Lysandra's apartment in Rifthold. "So, what exactly do you need from me?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

I scratched my head, feeling warmth spread to my cheeks in embarrassment. "So uh, I was wondering whether you could lend me a metallic gold nightgown. Not yellow- Real, metallic gold. And preferably a one-piece." I smiled sheepishly.

Lysandra narrowed her eyes at me. "Why?"

I averted my eyes to a lamp that was hanging above Lysandra, biting my lower lip. "Well, because... You profession... And you know... I was wondering if you had one... Because, uh... Best opti-" I was cut off by Lysandra waving her hand at me in dismissal.

"Whoa whoa, not that. Why. Like, what do you need it for why. Geez, Aelin."

I felt myself blush even more. "You know, immortal fae and all, I have to do a bunch of things to get his attention, and seeing how we all might die any day and all..."

I trailed off and Lysandra cut in after me. "So, you need a golden nightgown for your sexy times with Rowan." She said it as if it were something you said and did everyday. Though for her, I suppose it was. I felt a sudden pang of pity for Lysandra, but hid it as I said-

"Yes?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.

She lit up, squealing. She ran to her room, and I followed her reluctantly as she scoured her wardrobe for one, which was quite extensive. She smiled at me as she handed me a bundle of fabric.

"Here, have three. Enjoy yourselves." She winked at me as she pushed me towards the door.

"Three?" I exclaimed, still getting pushed towards the door in Lysandra's eagerness. "I don't need three. Why would I ever need three?"

"Backups," she answered, as if it were obvious. "What, do you expect to wear the same nightgown twice in a row? I never thought-" I cut her off. It seemed to be something we were doing today.

"I don't need backups Lysandra. This is supposed to be a special thing. One time thing." She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I need to teach you how to get a man sometime. Remind me to do that soon- But fine, I could always use them." She snatched 2 of the nightgowns out of my hands. "Well," she smiled, squealing again. "have fun! And hurry up, it's almost night time Aelin, and you have to prepare." She pushed me out of the door, and I spun around to face her, exasperated.

"Wait what? Prepare?" Lysandra mumbled under her breath.

"We need those lessons soon." She then proceeded to slam the door in my face, leaving me stranded outside with a metallic gold nightgown dangling from my arms.

Sorry for the short one! I just needed to get one out there.