#aelin galathynis

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

elain should be exactly like yrene

aelin should teach her self defense but she’s not gonna be a warrior

#aelin galathynis #aelingalathyniusrailme #elain archeron

[kacchanisalive]

Rowan: So... who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Lysandra: I did. I broke it-

Rowan: No. No, you didn't. Aelin?

Aelin: Don't look at me. Look at Aedion.

Aedion: What? I didn't break it.

Aelin: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Aedion: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Aelin: Suspicious.

Aedion: No, it's not.

Dorian: If it matters, probably not but Chaol was the last one to use it.

Chaol: Liar! I don't even use that crap.

Dorian: Oh, really? Then what were you doing in there earlier?

Chaol: I was feeling tired and took my wheel chair out. Everyone knows that, Dorian!

Lysandra: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Rowan.

Rowan: No. Who broke it?

Manon: Rowan... Lorcan's been awfully quiet.

Lorcan: Oh, really!?

Manon: Uh, yeah, really.

*everyone starts arguing*

Rowan: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict in 10 minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #lorcan salvaterre #aelin galathynious #rowan whitethorn #aedion ashryver #lysandra #kingdom of ash #tog incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[mjlw]

The world will be saved and remade by the dreamers - Aelin Galathynis

#throne of glass #empire of storms #aelin galathynius #tog #a thinkers thoughts

[toointofiction]

Lorcan: Hello? Anyone? We're stuck in the elevator!

Aelin: Can't you yell any louder? Use those big strong lungs you're always flexing.

Lorcan: These are my pecs.

Aelin: So this is all just for show then. It has no functional purpose.

Lorcan: I mean, I am pretty strong.

Aelin: Good, then rip those doors open.

Lorcan: I can't do that.

Aelin: Oh, well at least you haven't dedicated a significant portion of your life to looking like this.

#aelin x lorcan #this is a very plausible conversation #aelin ashryver galathynious #lorcan salvaterre #incorrect throne of glass #throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #tower of dawn #kingdom of ash #sarah j maas #elide lochan #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #elorcan

[dappercolour]

"Evangeline had decided that she no longer wished to be a page to Lord Darrow, but rather a Crochan witch."

1000/10 most pure line in Kingdom of Ash; just imagine Evangeline running around in her red cloak and bonding with Manon, for the wild girl with fiery hair reminds the Witch Queen of her beloved Second

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #celaena sardothien #aelin ashryver #sarah maas #aelin galathynious #crown of midnight #kingdom of ash #lysandra #evangeline #aedion ashryver

[chaoticfandomthings]

Nox Owen finally meets the real Aelin

throne of glass // the KoA reunion we deserved

Aelin and Rowan were just about to leave Perranth after a day of helping Elide and Lorcan rebuild their new city, when Aelin spied a familiar face among a group clearing away the last of the debris left over from the Valg. She sauntered over with a smirk on her face and said, “Well if it isn’t the master thief from Perranth.”

Nox turned and said with a smile, “Well if it isn’t the jewel thief from... Bellhaven, was it?”

“Who cares,” she replied and threw her arms around him. How odd and delightful to see someone from before everything, returning home just like her. 

“So it’s really you, then? Queen of Terrasen, home at last,” Nox said, only the slightest bit of awe in his grey eyes.

“Of course it’s me, who do you think saved all your asses,” Aelin replied with a wink.

“Well with a shifter on the loose you can never be sure.” 

Aelin’s eyes widened slightly. 

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell anyone, but we sure have a lot to catch up on...”

#kingdom of ash #throne of glass #tog #aelin ashryver #galathynious #nox owen #sarah j maas #koa #heir of fire #crown of midnight #queen of shadows #empire of storms

[alvenacava]

Throne of glass doodles, two takes tho, Aelin has fangs and Manon is a huge lesbian

#throne of glass #aelin ashryer galathynis #manon blackbeak

[swiftscourt]

Its honestly impossible not to fall completely in love with Aelin. I swear everytime I ready something related to her my heart skips a beat.

#aelin ashryver #celaena sardothien #galathynious #throne of glass #tog #Rowan #rowan whitethorn #books #book #sarah j maas #sjmaas

[furyofthetrinity]

If we put Rose Hathaway, Jude Duarte, Emma Carstairs, Manon Blackbeak, Aelin Galathynis, Penellaphe Balfour or any other strong female heroine from a book again each other. Why do I feel like Aelin or Manon would come out ontop? Am I wrong?

#books #oh my gosh books #all the books #strong female leads #strength fighting #fight #Sarah J Maas #Cassandra Clare #Throne of Glass #empire of storms #dark artifices #Richelle mead #vampire academy #book lover #reading #to many books

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

what do I have in common with rowan whitethorn?

I too am a slut for aelin ashryver galathynius

#aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #aelingalathyniusrailme #aelin galathynis #rowan whitethorn

[kacchanisalive]

Officer: You’re under arrest for having three people on a motorcycle.

Aelin: Shit.

Yrene: Three?

Dorian: OH MY GOD CHAOL FELL OFF

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #aelin galathynious #yrene westfall #chaol westfall #yrene towers #tog incorrect quotes

[hiddensteel]

        every muscle ached but all that truly mattered was that she was FREE from the lions. if they had not found her yet then the gods were on her side, protecting her. but darkness was creeping across the horizon; she had no choice but to seek out safety amongst others. a precarious choice, one that could easily result in her being shoved back into her cage, but it was a risk she must take. FATIGUE was written plainly upon her visage, dirt and dust covered her dress, and auburn tresses were tangled. a truly pitiful look for a once n o b l e lady; now she looked nothing like either a wolf or a bird.          ❝  my lady, i... i come seeking refuge. ❞

@galathynis   |   starter call.

#galathynis #[ okay so i know very little about aelin so i kind of winged this? #if it doesn't work please let me know and i'll rewrite !!! ] #╰ ❄ ‘ ic ⁞ there is a little bit of wolf in me too ’ #╰ ❄ ‘ verse ⁞ the taste of freedom ’

[toointofiction]

Lorcan: How do we get close enough without attracting attention?

Aelin: Could dance. You must know some moves. You were mentioned by name in the Monster Mash.

#i can practically hear them #throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #tower of dawn #kingdom of ash #lorcan salvaterre #aelin ashryver galathynious #rowaelin #elorcan #sarah j maas #sourse: brooklyn nine nine #madeline wuntch #raymont holt #incorrect throne of glass

[light-the-stars]

The Quest (”The Visit” Pt.3)

“The Visit” (Pt. 1) / “The Lesson” (Pt. 2) / “The Confrontation” (Pt. 4)

Ao3 Link 

Rowan Whitethorn flew long and hard. He flew over the stone houses of Dorenelle and soared across the continent of Wendlyn. He flew over the ocean; and when his magic couldn’t take it anymore, he trekked across Oakwald Forest – the forest of the Fae – all the way to Terrassen where something has happened to little Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

Rowan thought that if – no, when he found the Princess, he would take her far, far away from this place. She was so small, so fragile, but she was brave and strong. She was a fighter and she would make it out of this.

~~~~

It took Rowan a week to get all the way out of Oakwald Forest and to the Florine River. From there, he traveled along the coast all the way up to the Galathynius Estate along the River.

From the outside, the house looked like nothing was amiss. Rowan unsheathed the blade from his side and slowly made his way up the path, through the garden and to the front door. Rowan briefly hesitated before gently pushing the door open. He took a tentative step inside, and stopped dead in his tracks. Their estate was trashed; wooden tables were cut into pieces, glass fragments were all over the floor, and blood. There was so much blood – on the floor, all over the walls, on the staircase. Just by standing in the doorway Rowan could see that it had been a massacre and no one could have possibly survived this. He prayed to the gods that somehow Aelin made it out of here safely.

He stalked around the house, looking for any sign of life. But, there was none. All the servants were so bloodied up that Rowan couldn’t tell what the death blow was. Some he could see their throats were cut open, some had their skulls bashed in, some had their innards spilling from their guts, but with others it was difficult to tell.

Rowan walked up the staircases to the second floor, checking all the bedrooms for the little Princess. When he walked into the largest of the rooms, he just stood in the doorway, looking at the two bodies on the bed. Crown Prince Rhoe Galathynius and his wife, Evalin Ashryver Galathynius, both of Aelin’s parents dead. The entire bed was covered in their blood. He walked towards the bed, each step was placed carefully not to step on – or in – anything. On closer inspection of the bed, there was an indent between the two corpses and small bloody handprints on the sheets. He sucked in a breath when he saw the hand prints – her hand prints. Now he really had to find her, not only to see if she was alive, but just for himself. To know that she was out there.

He looked around around the remaining rooms upstairs, but found nothing amiss besides a rumpled bed, which he figured was Aelin’s. He went back downstairs to do one last search.

When he came to the kitchen, he could smell Aelin’s scent lingering but it was faint. The back door was thrown wide open. By the looks of it, someone must have been in a hurry. Possibly Aelin, or more probably, her killer. The petite woman was lying prostrate on the floor with her head severed from her body. He gingerly turned her over, making sure to be careful and not to disturb her body too much. There were nicks and cuts all over her chest and upper arms. Her fingernails were sharp and had blood and tissue on the tips. She also gash on the inside of her palm, like she grabbed hold of a knife or a sword. Whoever this woman was, despite her size, she was tough and she wasn’t going down without a fight. Rowan set down the woman’s hand, got to his feet and rushed through the back door, leaving the brutalized house behind him.

Rowan was couldn’t get ahold of what he was feeling. He felt dead inside. He might not have liked Aelin’s father, Rhoe, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve to die. He was the crown prince for god’s sake. And now that King Orlon was dead, that meant that Aelin was queen. He hoped that she was still alive for her the be queen.

When Rowan looked out across the grassy plains, he took in the vastness, the clear blue skies, the footprints on the ground, the wooden posts in the the distance. Wait - the footprints. He crouched on the back of his heels to get a closer look at the prints. Small prints, in a straight line towards - he couldn’t tell but it looked like the small footprints headed straight towards the wooden posts. There was a second set of prints - hooves. A horse. And it was following the small footprints, Aelin’s footprints. Rowan has never felt so much fear for his little princess than he did at that moment. He ran for the posts at the other end of the clearing. “Please don’t be there, please don’t be there,” he thought over and over again. Praying to any god that would listen that his princess would still be alive. He got to the wooden posts. From the house he couldn’t tell, but now up close he could see that the posts would have held a cross bridge to the other side. Because on the other side was a barn. Aelin could have been headed there to hide out to wait for her court. But now, the bridge that was once there no longer stood. Rowan held on to one of the posts and looked over the edge. There. Down in the revinge, was the remnants of the bridge, now just pieces of wood.  

Rowan let out a frustrating cry. With one last look around the estate and the surrounding area, he took to the skies once again.

~~~~

Rowan never stopped searching. He didn’t know where his princess could have gone. He had spent the last three months flying, searching, never quitting. But it was like she just disappeared. He flew across Adarland, through Fenharrow, above Melisande and stopping in Eyllwe. There was no denying that she was out there, but it was just going to take time to find her.

But Rowan’s quest was put to an abrupt stop when Lorcan found him on the outskirts of a small fishing port in Fenharrow.

“Rowan,” his commander called from the other side of the dock he was sitting on. He has been in Fenharrow the past day and a half and still no sign of his Fireheart. He lifted his head in acknowledgement that he heard Lorcan but didn’t do more than that. He staying on the dock, feet dangling over the edge into the water. He was so drained, not just physically but mentally and magically as well. He was so tired from searching. But, he wouldn’t stop until she was found. No matter if he saw her again or if she was a corpse. He wanted to know what happened to her.

“Rowan, this has to stop,” Lorcan said. His voice was gruff and it gave off a stern warning. As if saying, pull your shit together and let’s get back to business as usual.

Rowan merely just shook his head. “No. I can’t. She’s out there and I have to find her. I owe her that much.”

“No, you don’t,” Lorcan bit back. “You trained her for what? A few weeks? You barely know the girl. You are blood sworn to Maeve and you need to come back and serve your queen.”

Rowan snarled at Lorcan.

“Look, Rowan,” Lorcan said gently, which by the way, this Fae male did nothing gently. “She’s dead and there is no royal family left. You are just going to have to accept it.”

“She’s out there, Lorcan. Everyone in this gods forsaken world thinks the entire Galathynius line has been wiped out by the King of Adarland. She might have been killed along with them, who the hell knows. But, I am going to the ends of the earth to find her, no matter the cost.”

Lorcan’s eyes softened just barely. “Well, you are going to have to do it on your own time. Because Maeve needs us to go on campaign across the sea. Vaughn is meeting us there.”

Rowan didn’t move from his perch on the dock. Lorcan huffed a long stream of curses. “Okay, this can go one of two ways. One, you can stand your ass up and go on this campaign and then once we’re done you can continue your search for you pretty little princess.” He said the last three words with such contempt. “Or two, I drag your carcass off this gods forsaken dock and Maeve will hear all about your hunting for your princess and gods know what she’ll do to you then.”

Rowan growled but recently got up and followed Lorcan out of Fenharrow.

~~~~

Over the years, when Maeve didn’t have him doing her dirty work, he continued to search for Aelin. It became a little more difficult to search in Erilea due to the lack of magic. But was still unable to find her with no luck. She must have been truly dead, taken over by the river, never to be seen again. Like all the chronicles have said, she died on the river. But, Rowan has never believed anything the papers have said and a body was never discovered. Her life would be too precious. But, maybe it was time put away these fanciful notions that the princess was still alive. There has been no proof that she was still alive. Eventually, Rowan stopped looking for his princess altogether. And when he gave up his hope, he gave up his will.

~~~~

Rowan stormed into the Queen’s throne room one afternoon. He and Gavriel had just arrived from doing her business in a far away kingdom and needed to bathe, desperately. But no, her Majesty summoned him here just to piss him off. Meave was perched on her stone throne wearing a lavish red gown to set off her dark hair. She flaunted her beauty every time she had a chance.

“Rowan,” she purred. “I see you just newly arrived. How was the conquest?”

“Just fine, Your Majesty,” he bit back. “No problems at all.”

“Good. You leave again tomorrow for another mission.”

Rowan blinked. “But Maeve, I need to to rest -”

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Oh, Rowan. You didn’t think I knew of your obsession with finding your pretty, pretty princess? Please.” She crossed her legs. She had better things to do than tell him what needed to be done. “Tomorrow you are to get on a ship to the continent of Erilea, you should be fairly familiar with by now.”

Rowan groaned inwardly. “And what is it that I am to be doing there, my Queen?”

“I need you to find someone by the name of Celaena Sardothien. There is not much on her, but word has it that she is a notorious assassin and I want you to find out all you know about her.”

“Can’t one of your spies do it for you? You have many on the continent. This isn’t much of a job for one of your warriors. Or maybe Fenrys, he’s due to get out of the castle for a while.”

“You said something similar to me when I told you to train Aelin Galathynius.” He flinched. Just the mention of her sent a pain down his spine. Her loss has taken a toll on him. “And besides, I have Fenrys busy doing other things.” In other words, he was servicing her in a more intimate setting. “But you’re still going. You might something very interesting about this Celaena.”

Rowan gave her a quizzical look and stalked right back out of the room.

~~~~

Rowan never thought he would be headed to this continent again, but here he was again. This time he had to sail for two weeks. Two weeks to brood over Maeve’s task. Find Celaena Sardothien. Who the rutting hell was this Celaena Sardothien? From the name itself, one can deduce that this person was a woman, whoever she was. She has been spotted in Fenharrow, Melisande and Adarland in a dark mask, black clothing and and black cloak. She shows no skin, so her ethnicity is unknown. Rowan had no idea where to start his search. It felt oddly familiar. But instead of looking for a dead princess, he was looking for a ghost. But he would start in the place with the highest death toll from her.

When he arrived in Rifthold, the capital city of Adarland, it was cold and wet. The rain left the cobblestone streets slick. Now that he was here, Rowan had to begin his search. If there was still magic in these lands, he would take to the skies and soak above the city to get a feel. But as it stands, he’d have to search the city the old fashioned way, on rooftops.

He was all over the city, the financial district, the wealthy district, the fashion district. It was finally in the slums where he caught sight of a black clad figure perched on a nearby rooftop. This might not be her, but it also might be. The figure’s back was turned toward him and whoever they were, they were scouring the streets below. If they had a target, they were only watching, tracking, getting to know this person’s schedule.

Hours later, the figure grew tired of waiting and began running across the rooftops. Without hesitation, Rowan followed. With the wind blowing their cloak about, he caught a whiff of their scent. If was vaguely familiar but also a bit foreign, he couldn't place it. But he followed this person all the way to the wealthy district. They jumped down from a rooftop and walked the streets. They slowed upon coming up to a posh street and walked or more likely stalked into the house. Rowan stayed on the roof of the house next door, but it was already occupied by what looked a guard of some sort. Rowan unsheathed his sword as soundlessly as he could and took a tentative step towards the stranger. Rowan raised his sword above his and slammed the hilt down upon the man’s head, knocking him out. Rowan chuckled softly.

Looking back to the house, he couldn’t see where the stranger went but figured it must have been an upstairs bedroom. Just as he thought it, a figure, the same figure came into view in the middle window. Once they closed the door to the bedroom, they yanked off their gloves, threw back the hood on their cloak, untied the mask from their face and -

Rowan had no words. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Were they playing tricks on him? She was definitely older. Maybe about fourteen or fifteen years old now. She was no longer a child anymore, but teenager, a young woman. No wonder her scent smelt familiar, he was smelling Aelin, an older version of her but Aelin nonetheless. Whoever this Celaena Sardothien was could wait. He found his princess, his fireheart, and this time he would not let her go.

#rowaelin #aelin ashryver galathynious #rowan whitethorn #aelin #rowan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan #queen maeve #maeve #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #tog #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #tog fanfic #tog fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #my fanfic #the visit

[dappercolour]

Friendly Reminder: Manon and Abraxos mind read each other just like Aelin and Rowan (ﾉOヮO)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #aelin ashryver #aelin galathynious #kingdom of ash #manon blackbeak #abraxos #manon x elide #manon x dorian #manon x abraxos #celaena sardothien

[queen-of-the-bookworms]

When Rowan Finds Aelin

The moment in KoA when Rowan finally finds Aelin. She is weak and exhausted. She is drained of power and spirit and is dying. Is ready to die. Shes fading fast; barely clinging to her life. Every breath an act of pure will. Each day wrapped in Maeve’s chains breaks her soul that much more. Each day locked in Maeve’s coffin makes the pits of Endovier seem like a mercy, and death a faraway gift.

Once the crack of a whip would had her igniting the world. Burning the evil of existence and maybe some of the good too, just out of spite with a power strong enough to rival the gods.

Now all she feels is empty. No tell tale whisper of the enormous power that floods her veins. No crackle of an ember for a power so hot and bright it could rattle the stars. All she feels is tired. All she feels is hopeless.

She will never give in to Maeve, but she might give in to death. She would let herself go if she knew that terrasen was safe. That her death could protect the home she would never get to rebuild.

These thoughts flood her mind as the whip cracks down again. And again. And again. Shredding her back to ribbons, killing her slowly, messily, and painfully.

‘Maybe today,’ she thinks. ‘Maybe today I will let go. Trust the others to protect what we’ve fought for. What we have bled for.’

The blood trickles down her back into the massive puddles beneath her. Her heart slowing with each passing second. Her beloved dead are so close, and she knows now that when she joins them their arms will be open to her. They will hold her. They will protect her. They will take her pain away, and love her.

She sucks in her mortal breath, ready to walk into their waiting arms when she feels it.

A soft pine and snow scented breeze caresses her cheek. And for a second she can feel it. Lingering sparks in her heart where a wildfire once raged.

Rowan. Her fae badstard. Her buzzard. Her snarky ancient warrior. Her best friend. Her Mate. Rowan was here. He was here for her.

She was not the only one who felt the breeze however.

Maeve’s obsidian eyes flicker. With malice. With fear. With revenge.

If she cannot have aelin as her pet then she is a threat to be put down, and if she can punish her disloyal warriors in the process then so be it.

Immediately she call for Carin to bring the axe. There is no time for posturing, for drawing this out and enjoying this.

Aelin can feel her heartbeat spike. She knows what the Valg queen is doing. She is wicked and cruel and powerful but she is not stupid. She cannot win a fight against Aelin’s court. But she can cripple them. She can make sure that when they arrive they find they beloved queen’s head severed from her body. She can stop the fight before it even begins.

It is that thought that starts the tears streaming down her face. Not the sound of Carin sharpening the axe, or the sight of Maeve’s wicked cruel smile, but the realization that they came for her, but will not leave with her. They risked everything; their kingdom, their alliance, Their lives, and it will all be in vain.

And Rowan knows this. He knew that coming after her was a calculated risk. One that could make all her sacrifices in vain,and he knew that he upped that risk exponentially when he sent her that breeze.

But he needed her to know. He needed her to know that he was coming for her because he could feel his fireheart reduced to ashes. He could feel her pain and sorrow, her need to give up, and he needed her to fight to hold on just a little bit longer.

So he forces his hawk to fly faster than it every has before, and the wind to push him to her.

His fireheart. His wife.

... his mate.

He would go to her. He would save her, or he would destroy everyone who had hurt her and then himself. He would not loose her. Could not loose her.

But he is too slow. He knows it as soon as he sees carin lift the axe.

He will not make it. He is too far. He cannot free her.

But he can’t do nothing. With out a second thought he forces his down the carranam bond. Forces every drop he has through the bond until the wind no longer supports him and he falls from the sky.

It might not matter. The iron Chains might surprise his magic. But it was all he could do.

Aelin knows she’s dead as soon as she sees the axe raise, and a split second later begin it’s decent. She pictures Rowan. Her brace and stupid warrior. Her best friend who had given her life meaning. She regrets not telling him the truth. Not letting him hear the words through her own mouth. If she could have the chance to see him again she would tell him. She would tell him she was his mate and that she loved him. maybe in the next world she’ll get the chance.

She feels the brief kiss of steel on the back her her neck as the axe connects and in that moment she feel feels it. A well of ancient power as familiar as her own. And she pushes. With all the strength left in her she forces that magic out. A raging inferno to melt the blade just beginning to bite into her neck. To melt the chains suffocating her. To reduce her torturer to ashes and bring her captor to her knees.

As she rises to her feet her flames flicker, but do not go out. She limps over to the fallen Valg Queen. Charred and smoking, barely clinging to life.

She grasps the fae queen’s face in her hands with the gentleness of a lover as she leans in and whispers.

‘You’re mistake was in believing that it would take a monster to destroy a monster. The light will always driveout the darkness.’

And she can’t help but smile as she finishes the job. Burning the Valg queen from the inside out. As she finishes this war, knowing that she will live to fight the next.

There is no time to linger and enjoy Maeve’s death. Her bond with Rowan had grown weak. He’s here somewhere, but he’s weak. Too weak.

She takes off into the nearby brush. Even in her fae body, just beginning to heal itself now that shes free of the iron’s grasp, can’t help but stumble over loose rocks. Every now in again having to pause out of fear of collapse.

His heart beat grows weaker every second, and she fights to keep moving. He came after her. He saved her, and all be damned if she doesn’t return the favor.

She finds him at the base of a tree,Broken and bleeding in he fae form from his fall out of the sky,without the energy to even heal himself, and she throws herself on him.

‘Come on. Come on. COME ON.’ She cries as she pours his power back into him, as she feels his life flicker.

‘Please,’ she begs whatever gods are listening. Whatever gods hadn’t abandoned her yet. ‘Please don’t take him from me.’

‘Not today princess’ he croaks weakly, his hand sliding to hers where it lies over his heart.

‘We don’t die today’

#koa #kingdom of ash #spoilers #tog #sarah j maas #eos #com #hof #qos #tod #aelin ashryver galathynis #aelin and rowan #rowaelin #rowan whitehorn galathyinus #eos spoilers #sjmaas #empire of storms #throne of glass #fanfic #i didnt mean to #it wasnt supposed to be this long #but damn #i see it happening