The man who was in front of her--
We do not speak of him.
His name-- Rowan.
We do not speak of him.
Speak of whom?
Good.
But that man, with the silver hair--
Who is your master?
Arobynn Hamel.
Good.

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FanfictionUm, I'm kinda obsessed with the Throne of Glass Series right now ("kinda" being a relative term). So I decided to write some stuff. Mostly fluff and cotton candy. Title is a work in progress-- I might add more or less stories. Updates will be 100%...