Throne of Glass One Shots

Rebelious Evangeline

"Evangeline, no." Lysandra said for about the hundredth time that day.

"But, Lysandra, I just wanna go out with my friends!" She stomped her foot.

"So you can go out and visit the opium den, you mean?" She retorted.

"I told you I wouldn't do that again!" Her face turned red realizing that this was Aelin's first time hearing of that particular incident.

"Was that the morning when..." The queen began, recalling the incident. 

"Yes, it was." Evangeline cut in. "I won't do it again though! I swear!"

"Well then, enlighten me on what you were planning on doing tonight." Lysandra smirked.

"Well," the girl began. "Me and my boyfriend were-"

Aelin burst into a temporary ball of flames and Lysandra instinctively morphed herself into a series of indistinguishable creatures before returning to her human form.

"You're 15!" Lysandra screamed.

Evangeline put her hands firmly on her hips. "What were you two doing at 15?"

Thinking of their past lives, both girls sputtered for a moment before Aelin declared that it didn't matter what they were doing. Only that she should be better than they were. 

Her eyes flashed with annoyance at their vague response. "No matter what I do it won't come close to being a whore or an assassin." Even though the statement was close to home for herself as well, she got out. She wasn't going back to that life and there was nothing that could make her sink that low. 

Aelin's face was pure rage. "Listen here, you little brat. Don't you dare, ever, talk to your queen that way ever again."

"Or what?" She challenged, eyes crackling. Lysandra grabbed Aelin's arm before she could do anything harsh as she was tugging forward on her arm as if to rush the girl. "No matter what I do it won't come close to what you guys were at 15 so don't even start with me."

Lysandra whispered, "We didn't do a lot of things back then." and somewhere inside her it hurt to think that Evangeline might think they might have. They had morals and rules, Aelin nearly got killed for them. On many occasion. 

"Besides, Aelin." Evanageline scoffed. "You had a boyfriend at 16, right? What was his name, again? Sam, I think."

Aelin burned so hot that Lysandra was forced to let go with a yelp. "Don't you ever speak of him again or I will throw you out of my Castle. My court. Not to mention my kingdom."

Evangeline stepped around Aelin, not minding the pure hatred and hurt pouring through her face. "Thats a win for me then I suppose." She pulled open the heavy front doors, shutting them swiftly behind her.

"You can't let her get to you like that." Lysandra scolded pushing the heated girl into a chair.

"That girl," she seethed. "Is the best birth control ever." But she was still trying to get the crying to stop. 

Lysandra shook her head. "You do know that she's not though, right?"

Aelin glared at her, collapsing onto the nearby chair. "She's a handful."

"Yup." She agreed, curling up on top of her. 

"I see where she gets it from." Aelin mumbled, crying into Lysandra's dress at the memory of her long lost mate. 

Lysandra comforted her, rubbing her back lightly and not turning away from the snot now running over her shoulder. "I miss him too." But it was too quite for Aelin to hear, and the words would have likely hurt her too much anyways. 

"It wasn't his turn." She choked. "He shouldn't have died."

Not sure what to do, she held the blond close. 

"I wish..." but the rest was sputtered through tears. Pretty sure she had said something about seeing him again, Lysandra shouted to a nearby servant to order a carriage. 

"Let's go pick out some rocks for him." She whispered, slowing standing. 

Aelin shook her head, but stood shakily none the less. "I have some in my room for him. I've been saving them."

Nearly crying herself, Lysandra hooked her arm in Aelin's, walking upstairs for a change of clothes and a tribute to the poor boy's grave.