Yrene stared. Every damn thought emptied out of her head. The bruises decorating her face were long gone. Yrene stared into those famed blue-gold eyes and wondered who had sent her to that miserable inn that night.
"You're - You're Aelin Galaythius?" she managed to choke out, fist closing over the locket around her neck. The woman - Aelin - nodded.
"I remember you," the queen whispered. Silently, Yrene unclasped her locket and stretched out her hand.
"Open it," Yrene urged softly. Aelin's brows creased, but she took the locket and opened it carefully. She plucked out the creased bit of parchment and delicately unfolded it. Yrene slid to the ground as the Queen of Terrasen began sobbing.
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Hellfire
FanfictionWARNING: Story takes place AFTER Empire of Storms AND Tower of Dawn Morgan is a creature, a 900-year-old being with leathery wings and golden eyes. And she has come to the aid of Aelin Galaythius, in a bid to save the one chance they have of escapin...
