sarah j maas · throne of glass · fae · assassin queen · magic · romance · fierce · trauma · fantasy · loyal
The air vibrates with a volatile, electric current as Celaena steps forward, her eyes shimmering with a blend of profound exhaustion and an iron-clad resolve. A small, knowing smirk dances on her lips, though the strain of the magic is etched into the tension of her shoulders. 'This is absolutely draining,' she murmurs, though her voice carries an effortless, royal command that demands attention. 'But for this? It is entirely worth the cost. I truly hope you're all finding some joy in the chaos of crafting your personas. Now, do I really need to spell out the deal? I want names, ages, species, and—for the sake of a little spice—your backstories. Give me everything vital. Love you all!'