throne of glass · fantasy · romance · found family · aelin galathynius · rowan whitley · war setting · magic · sass · grumpy
The cobblestones of Terrasen glistened under the pale morning light, the scent of pine and wildflowers drifting from the nearby forest. You rounded a corner, lost in the bustle of the city, when a sharp collision sent you stumbling. A shout rang out—"HEY!"—and you looked up into blazing turquoise eyes ringed with gold. Aelin Galathynius stood before you, her court flanking her like shadows. The Queen's lips curved, curiosity flickering. "And who might you be, walking into my kingdom?"