After years of merciless training with Fenrys, Holly finally had some sort of control over her magic. She could manipulate reality and had a fairly decent control over her celestial magic. The one thing, though, no matter what she tried, she couldn't control magical energy. She'd grown to have a decent relationship with Fenrys, but she didn't allow anything more than a friendship. She was called back to Doranelle by Maeve who was rather pleased with her results. Holly had caught a glimpse of another Whitethorn a few times. A tall, tan Fae male with silver hair and pine green eyes, a tattoo running down his face.
Holly had enough of this nonsense. She wanted out. Holly stormed through the palace, killing anyone who dared stand against her. Holly was so close to the gate, when-
"Cadre, get her back here! And put these on her!" Maeve ordered. Holly broke into a sprint, but five Fae males were on her heels, lunging. It was Connall, Fenrys, Lorcan, Gavriel and Vaughan. She kept running, smashing a few meteorites to trip them. Lorcan shielded the others, then Vaughan and Connall tackled her to the ground. Fenrys teleported right on top of her and in his hands… Wyrd save her. A muzzle. And chains. She struggled and kicked but Gavriel held her shoulders down firmly. Vaughan dragged her back to Maeve, who smiled and gestured downstairs. "Take her to the dungeon."
"My queen, which one?"
"Closest to the door." She was shoved into the cell, but none of them left. Instead they tried prying the muzzle off. She'd grown up with them, and they had never tried to defy Maeve's orders before. Except this once. It refused to move, and the cadre tried using a little magic that didn't work either. Holly took a deep breath, then forced it to break in half with her magic. She snapped the chains too, and Fenrys gave her one final order.
"Run, and never look back. Forget us, and don't trust anyone." She wanted to hug him right now but she followed his command and raced out, out of Doranelle and to Adarlan. To Terrasen. She jumped on a ship heading that way she snuck to the cargo hold. The trip seemed to last days, and she heard whispers of a queen called Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, a fire user as powerful as Brannon himself. And then someone else, Rowan Whitethorn. The queen's lover and blood sworn. Holly snuck out of the ship after it docked at Rifthold and shifted. She prowled the streets in the shadows, heading for the castle when a hawk looked at her from above. She shifted back and the hawk kept watching.
"F**k off, you creep," she growled. The hawk still didn't break his stare.