OC In throne of glass

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"I'm so done with these rutting plot twists" Chaol muttered amongst aedion's quiet swearing. "You're telling me, I thought I was the one with the secrets" Aelin sighed, glancing at Miranda who just sat with her head in her hands, the fire breather wondered if she had quiet processed their newest revelation even though she was the one who told them. Miranda hadn't known what to expect but the reactions she got upon divulging the newest info were just some blank stares and frustrated sighs with the occasional profanity, so consistent amongst everyone that it was almost comedic. Scouts had been deployed to either find Neo- Lycaon or find out what Erawan is planning next. "How impressive" Lysandra cooed. "Lost Prince of Lycria and Maeve's most prized warrior".

Rowan finally snapped out of his stupor to interject. "Regardless of anything, raising an army alone isn't exactly child's play, me and Aelin can certainly attest to its difficulty". Aelin nodded her agreement. "I wonder where wolf boy is sniffing at now".

Speaking through the bond Cerise established with Lycaon, she communicated exactly what she wanted. A criminal organisation was keeping one of her informants in some sort of dungeon and was actively torturing him. The mission? Get him the hell out. Lycaon approached the headquarters, its size alone was daunting and that's not even accounting for the intricate carvings along its marble walls. This family had some taste then. Donning an avian form, he found himself circling the fortress searching for the best route inside. The wolf warrior was warned to be careful when scouting the perimeter, the guards are constantly on high alert and were highly observant, they would notice something was off if a bird was seen repeatedly circling their tower. Lycaon flew inside a clumsily left open window and shifted into a small greyhound, choosing this animal for its grey coat to blend into the dark surroundings and its sleekness and agility.

He spoke through the bond with Cerise that he was in, somewhere at the top and got a vague warning in return, the place was crawling with guards. Lycaon crept through the shadows, utilising the dingy atmosphere, allowing it to become his weapon just as he was trained to do, any unlucky bastard that found themselves in his path ended up with a torn open throat or an imploded liver, their carcasses being dragged into the creepy corners of the fortress. Lycaon had to admit, this place certainly was unnerving even with his experience in facing nightmares come to life, it still sent a chill down his spine.

Focus.

Despite the overwhelming size of this hellhole, it didn't take long to find the dungeons. Lycaon had received an impressively conscise description on his man which he was thankful to have because this syndicate appeared to have enemies by the dozens and no less prisoners who were either passed out from whatever drug they were given, trying to tear through the bars or shouting their pleas for help. It was a good thing no one could hear you down here.

Aedion and Lysandra were weeping in pride and joy as Aelin was coronated as the queen of Terrassen. Elide looked happier than anyone had ever seen her and Fenrys was practically wagging an invisible tail. Evangeline, the little girl who had warmed lord Darrow's black heart was the reason that this was even happening and Aelin silently vowed to make sure the little one had received the tribute she deserved. "Not bad for a spoiled brat" Rowan joked as he too was coronated as king of Terrassen. "Mh, you'd think that one would have some creativity after 3 centuries of existing, but then again you always were an insipid buzzard" Aelin laughed. "You don't seem to think I'm insipid in bed" Rowan quipped and for once, the now queen didn't have a smartass response, all she could do was blush.

"I'm impressed Lycaon, none of my mercenaries  could breach their security" Cerise smiled as he informant, Lawford's injuries were being tended to. "Whatever, it was easy enough but we really don't have time to waste, Erawan rallies his dark armies as we speak".
"Patience boy" Cerise kissed her teeth condescendingly making Lycaon snarl. "Watch yourself" someone growled  but immediately shut up when he glared at them.