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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="5520d0f0b85f162c46271128ca50462c" When she got to the part about her dearest friend, her small image of fire had flickered, dimming. Mor simply had held out a hand for Aelin to grip./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="e64904423f03f3e8f603adc28036e8e3" Honestly, Aelin didn't know why she trusted them so much. She had barely met them all but was telling them her horrific life story. She suspected, though, that some part of her bonded with them out of familiarity. Their Court of Dreams was so much like her own, it was nearly painful./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="a2b12a11d5b4f1752dbd18bbc6ff157c" After finishing, Feyre stood, one hand resting on her pregnant stomach. "Well, I suppose now it's all up to Amren, isn't it? To see if she can get you out of here, and back to Terrasen." Aelin only nodded. She needed rest. "Would you show me to my room?" /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="34f3f7305fa6c89bc33f2e3bc58a0ffa" "Yes. We have a separate palace, for more official affairs. However, we usually stay in this townhouse or the riverside estate. It's nice being in Velaris."/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="f41b4bb63992d53ed7911ea666a509c6" Velaris, the City of Starlight. This city that Aelin was so hoping would be a mirror to Orynth one day. If, of course, everything she had so painstakingly planned over the past months would fall into place./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="5308b029d868fe6befab9623287a1d29"-/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="a12ac20e730f6f91b8b6a4a4188463bb" Following the mental map she had created last night, Aelin soon found the training room, still bathed in the midnight moonlight. She smirked at the dummies, then bypassed the weapons rack to begin her practice./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="791bf22a31de28147311e58fe61d94b4" In nothing but her thin nightgown, Aelin trained. And trained. And trained, until the sun was just peeking over the horizon and her body was torn and aching. Usually, she would have stopped earlier, due to convincing from Rowan or a slap in the face from Lysandra./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="495f2ff7064ad06de3d2f345c78080e1" Few servants scuttled through the halls, the only noise being the whistle of wind in the jagged mountain peaks and the soft murmur of the twins, (Who had said their names were Nuala and Cerridwen) chattering softly./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="8fd59da1e044649fae2c7152bdaedb85" The words on the front of the heavy envelope were written in a thick, harsh script. Aelin tapped her knee against her leg, huffing. "Why on earth don't we just open it?" /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="940c55249d0f7227627df6f65c572b06" Mor sighed, sounding just as impatient. "These pricks are having us wait for Amren." Azriel shot her a look. "This letter concerns Amren too. I think... my shadows definitely don't like whatever is in there. Mor pouted. "It's just a letter. Honestly, what could be so terrible about it?" /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="ec8198a57c340fd42783fc809331585e" From behind them, a dark laugh came from Amren, who had silently arrived only moments before. And, beholding the script, went white. "Open it." Were her only words. Aelin seized it in her grasp. A wave of dark, twisted, black power ran it's fingers down her spine. /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="4d030b6091c267b98746d397797f5990" No. Not here. It was impossible, improbable. But if they were here... Aelin couldn't do it. All she had done was buy a fools chance at the war. She had given up all of her power, only to be fooled and defeated. Defeated- but not stopped. /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="d804d36568f714bd0efd23d260079576" She had told them almost everything, from Arobynn and Sam to Rowan and her crown. She told them about Endovier, Lillian Gordania, (They had been shocked to find out the alias was the cover of a simple jewel thief), and Nehemiah./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="5520d0f0b85f162c46271128ca50462c" When she got to the part about her dearest friend, her small image of fire had flickered, dimming. Mor simply had held out a hand for Aelin to grip./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="c51f33d59e08729ad4c5e6ebefcde219" As her story about how she met Rowan came up, she laughed and cried with the rest of them, relieving all the memories that now made her chest ache. Yes, she left out the rather emotional parts, but everything else... they knew. /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="e64904423f03f3e8f603adc28036e8e3" Honestly, Aelin didn't know why she trusted them so much. She had barely met them all but was telling them her horrific life story. She suspected, though, that some part of her bonded with them out of familiarity. Their Court of Dreams was so much like her own, it was nearly painful./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="86a70e2da9fbcf6329fd7ba7cedb0984" In turn, they told her their story. Every villain and plan and sacrifice. In truth, their group had been through just as much as Aelin's./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="a2b12a11d5b4f1752dbd18bbc6ff157c" After finishing, Feyre stood, one hand resting on her pregnant stomach. "Well, I suppose now it's all up to Amren, isn't it? To see if she can get you out of here, and back to Terrasen." Aelin only nodded. She needed rest. "Would you show me to my room?" /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="34f3f7305fa6c89bc33f2e3bc58a0ffa" "Yes. We have a separate palace, for more official affairs. However, we usually stay in this townhouse or the riverside estate. It's nice being in Velaris."/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="f41b4bb63992d53ed7911ea666a509c6" Velaris, the City of Starlight. This city that Aelin was so hoping would be a mirror to Orynth one day. If, of course, everything she had so painstakingly planned over the past months would fall into place./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="e3675d8b85f151bea11031ea3c0a418c" She barely restrained a yawn that slid past her lips, but the others noticed. "Right." Feyre said. "We're going to have to winnow again, and I know that last time..." She didn't have to mention Aelin's freakish reaction./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="2643b3120ab927de143ff84ea3857788" Aelin just nodded and held out her hand for Rhys to grip. He gave Feyre a quick peck on the cheek as he did so, before shadows wrapped around them./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="f937824a90b2cb782a1e14dd6f4b293d" Honestly, at this point, she would have done anything just be in her damn mates arms. What Feyre and Rhys had... She envied them, for their ease and relaxation./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="ae22bc63add6432c44634aee9e89703b" This time, the winnow was smooth, the darkness not cruel and sharp, but soft and gentle, reminding Aelin of many nights spent by firelight with a book in hand./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="8a3d0495a6d30ba058307a6a1d6eaf39" Bidding good night, she left the court on the balcony, following Mor's shouted instructions to her rooms. Only moments after entering, and changing into the least matronly night gown she could find, of course, Aelin was asleep./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="5308b029d868fe6befab9623287a1d29"-/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="8fd59da1e044649fae2c7152bdaedb85" The words on the front of the heavy envelope were written in a thick, harsh script. Aelin tapped her knee against her leg, huffing. "Why on earth don't we just open it?" /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="940c55249d0f7227627df6f65c572b06" Mor sighed, sounding just as impatient. "These pricks are having us wait for Amren." Azriel shot her a look. "This letter concerns Amren too. I think... my shadows definitely don't like whatever is in there. Mor pouted. "It's just a letter. Honestly, what could be so terrible about it?" /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="ec8198a57c340fd42783fc809331585e" From behind them, a dark laugh came from Amren, who had silently arrived only moments before. And, beholding the script, went white. "Open it." Were her only words. Aelin seized it in her grasp. A wave of dark, twisted, black power ran it's fingers down her spine. /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="4d030b6091c267b98746d397797f5990" No. Not here. It was impossible, improbable. But if they were here... Aelin couldn't do it. All she had done was buy a fools chance at the war. She had given up all of her power, only to be fooled and defeated. Defeated- but not stopped. /p
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