Aelin sat on the stage, two guards in front of her. Even with that Rowan had a glass wall built between her and the audience, with the Queensguard holding the entrances and in front of the stage. She wore an elegant green dress with silver lining, silver silk opera gloves, and green heels.
She had convinced Rowan to keep the wall small and with holes in it so that her voice could actually get to the audience.
Her hands lingered over the piano. She had the note page, but didn't need it. Her hands remembered. It had been years, and yet... Her fingers remembered.
She realized, just as she started, that only two people still alive have ever seen her play- Dorian and Rowan. And only Rowan was present out of those two. She had never sung the lyrics, but she was ready.
Her fingers found their way across the piano, and her voice joined the notes.
As she did, she remembered all of the times when she was still Celanea and music was the only thing she could keep for herself.
As she sang, she realized how the story of a prince saving his queen resembled the story of Rowan and herself. She poured her love and her hate, her hopes and fears, her joy and her sorrow into the lyrics and the notes. She thought of everything that ever happened to her.
She was born to the King and Queen of Terrasen.
Aedion was to be her blood-sworn.
She possessed a raging inferno that terrified the world.
Her family was slaughtered.
Her friends were slaughtered.
Her nation was conquered.
Her people were enslaved.
She was abducted by an evil, cruel man.
She was honed into a warrior the likes of which Erilea hadn't seen in decades.
She became lost.
Aelin was as good as dead.
She became a monster, a murderer.
She was hopeless, scared, and broken.
She found love.
It was taken from her.
She was enslaved.
She was whipped.
She watched her people suffer.
She slaughtered people.
She was taken to serve her family's butcher.
She fought and clawed for survival.
She found a friend.
She was taken from her.
She was sent to a strange land ruled by a tyrant masquerading as a protector.
She found herself.
Aelin had returned.
She found love again- a stronger, greater love.
She brought magic back.
She tried to get home.
She was denied.
She rallied the world to her.
They responded.
They fought a hopeless war.
They won.
She found her home.
She claimed her crown.
YOU ARE READING
Fireheart: A "Throne of Glass" Fanfiction
Fanfiction10 years after the War for Erilea, Twice-Queen Aelin Galathynius has nearly finished rebuilding her nation. It has been 10 years of peace and prosperity across Erilea and its close neighbors to the East and South. But now, the dark tide of war thre...
