p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="12f340683d7d0c1101a1819694316634" Aelin could feel her blood pounding in her ears, and her fire was crackling in her veins. This fae... she could sense Rhys, Mor, Cassian, and Feyre all behind her, various weapons drawn. But the fae, Amren, gestured for them to stay down. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="3ce6fac06dc2f5581e91073502484d13" "Ok, before you all spear me to death, let me explain." The fae didn't object, so she continued to speak. "Yes, my name is Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And yes, I am the queen of a land called Terrasen." She held up her hands, nostrils flaring. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d39139f2fab16a10781bb736e3802857" "I am stuck in a possibly threatening land, with no way home. Do you really think I would tell you everything about myself, including my title?" They all looked like they begrudgingly agreed. Even Rhys. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a75516d88c099ab22fb55d25a54ea89d" The male named Cassian spoke up. "You guys still haven't explained what she means by another world." Aelin rolled her eyes. "If you had just let me speak, you would know." This time, Mor said "Why did you pin Amren against a wall? And Amren, why did you let her?" /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="2390aed0805202bd25402f52eb47abdf" Feyre frowned. "Amren, what do you mean?" Amren laughed. It was a dark, chilling sound. "Around 6,000 years ago, I misbehaved. Disobeyed my husband and the kings. As punishment, they threw me into the nearest world, which happened to be this one. They stuffed me into the Prison and threw away the key. Even then, they were set on Erilea."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="b4620bc83e8c167d2542edc4173febb3" "As you all know, I was able to escape using the dregs of my powers, after absorbing strength in the dark for so long. At the same time, I created myself a fae body, instead of inhabiting one. I wondered for years until I was found by the Inner Circle. If I had it my way, I would forget about the Valg entirely. I never want to go back."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d5ab990a91b76bd3eaf7f30bf9262110" Aelin watched all of their faces drop in shock. "You still didn't say how you knew who I was." Amren sighed. "When I got the Book of Breathings, I found information in it, written about other worlds. A while back, I found the page on Erilea, and it's history. After I read of Erawan being defeated once, I hoped they would rest. But slowly, day by day, I noticed a new tale being written in the book's pages. A story of a princess, an assassin, a queen, and a warrior."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="be89f9629ca2180356f44b93ed058027"em style="box-sizing: border-box;" I'll be home soon./em/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="25e29c8596b408451022e12df9343b7d" Amren's silver eyes were wide, staring up at Aelin. "How did you get here? The Valg have no place in any realm. If you don't give me a good reason, I will kill you, regardless of your friends." The Valg girl only smiled, seeming completely at ease up against the wall. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="54bb6d9f5fb3b4af63d46326518ada67" All thoughts emptied out of her head. Another Valg queen. Just like Maeve. Maeve, who had tortured and stole and broken. Aelin let out a snarl, but couldn't help herself backing away./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="aeadaae58f04cbb4cbff8a99631884e7" Amren's smile only grew. "And it appears, that I'm not the only Queen in this room. Isn't that right, Aelin Galthynius- Queen of Terrasen?"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="cebe67c50f77d25b0d8fa841c99042fa" "Everyone, shut up!" She shouted loud enough to be heard. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="3ce6fac06dc2f5581e91073502484d13" "Ok, before you all spear me to death, let me explain." The fae didn't object, so she continued to speak. "Yes, my name is Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And yes, I am the queen of a land called Terrasen." She held up her hands, nostrils flaring. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d39139f2fab16a10781bb736e3802857" "I am stuck in a possibly threatening land, with no way home. Do you really think I would tell you everything about myself, including my title?" They all looked like they begrudgingly agreed. Even Rhys. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="a75516d88c099ab22fb55d25a54ea89d" The male named Cassian spoke up. "You guys still haven't explained what she means by another world." Aelin rolled her eyes. "If you had just let me speak, you would know." This time, Mor said "Why did you pin Amren against a wall? And Amren, why did you let her?" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="bb96707d2d654f31b7772953238ea282" Amren didn't provide an answer, only tilted her head to study the young queen. The room fell silent for long moments. When she did speak, her voice was velvet soft. "Trust me, girl. I hate Mantyx as much as Maeve hates Orcus. I would- I would em style="box-sizing: border-box;"never/em fight on his side. Not after what he did to me." /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="2390aed0805202bd25402f52eb47abdf" Feyre frowned. "Amren, what do you mean?" Amren laughed. It was a dark, chilling sound. "Around 6,000 years ago, I misbehaved. Disobeyed my husband and the kings. As punishment, they threw me into the nearest world, which happened to be this one. They stuffed me into the Prison and threw away the key. Even then, they were set on Erilea."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="b4620bc83e8c167d2542edc4173febb3" "As you all know, I was able to escape using the dregs of my powers, after absorbing strength in the dark for so long. At the same time, I created myself a fae body, instead of inhabiting one. I wondered for years until I was found by the Inner Circle. If I had it my way, I would forget about the Valg entirely. I never want to go back."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="d5ab990a91b76bd3eaf7f30bf9262110" Aelin watched all of their faces drop in shock. "You still didn't say how you knew who I was." Amren sighed. "When I got the Book of Breathings, I found information in it, written about other worlds. A while back, I found the page on Erilea, and it's history. After I read of Erawan being defeated once, I hoped they would rest. But slowly, day by day, I noticed a new tale being written in the book's pages. A story of a princess, an assassin, a queen, and a warrior."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="f957c48ff273e5e39ff78735ba6d6026" She didn't know what the hell the queen was talking about, but decided to roll with it. It was hard, so, so hard to trust Amren, but she supposed it was her only way out of this world. Back to Terrasen. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="5550a4ae9bc2a425abd9eabe6a2997c1" With a sigh, Aelin turned towards the stunned faces of Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Cassian, and Azriel. For each one, she met their eyes. Then she began to talk, using the faintest embers of her magic to tell her story. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="759cd81361005560d4c2be9f3710d965"em style="box-sizing: border-box;" I'm coming,/em She whispered into that dark part of her soul. The part that would forever and always belong to Terrasen and her family. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"I'm not gone, only resting/em. /p
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