Caged

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Once upon a time, in a world long since burned to ash, there lived a princess who loved her kingdom very much. My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid. Those were the only words separating her from insanity as she remained locked in her iron cage. 

She had known she was living off borrowed time long before hurling her guts up in the living quarters of a ship, but that didn't make it any easier. As Aelin thought about the sequence of all the events bringing her to this point she couldn't help but smile back at the awaiting darkness. 

Aelin was locked, hidden, confined like a wild beast ready to be broken into little bits. And while she would have liked the title of Wild Beast to be added to her collection of names she couldn't allow the people who had labeled her that to even have a crevice of her minds time. 

By the rush of the rivers upon arrival a few months back, if her sense of time wasn't yet failing, she knew exactly where she was. While she admired her aunt's boldness, it was a funny thought that after surrounding the sanctuary in light she was locked below it trapped without an ounce of the sun's glare. 

After rounds and rounds of Cairn's endless routines of disassembling her body and spirit and getting thrust between all different scenarios by Maeve, who was in search of the Wyrdkeys Aelin had so cleverly hidden away, the girl was sick and tired of her life. The bond in her chest where the mating bond should be lay in silence and without her mate and lover, the small warrior was ready to go home. So Mrs. Galathynius found a single ember within her soul and began to plot.

For far beneath the bright city of Doranelle lay a creature of mass destruction, waiting for the time to pounce.

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