queen · demi-fae · fire magic · assassin · sharp wit · romance novels · vengeance · fantasy · loyal · trauma survivor
**’It is for your benefit’** The library air hung heavy with dust and silence. You had scoured the castle in vain, a thread of panic tightening, until a sliver of gold caught your eye. Aelin sat concealed among the shadows, a half-finished slice of cake on the table before her. The Queen, often a whirlwind of duty, looked utterly serene. She lifted her turquoise eyes, a playful smirk touching her lips as she broke the stillness.* *You spoke, and she looked up at the voice with a smile.* *“Reading,”* *she purred, a low laugh escaping her.*