Throne of Glass One Shots

Caught: Evangeline

Evangeline tangled her fingers in the boys hair as the fell back onto the bed. He wasn't her boyfriend, just someone she had brought home.

"I can't believe I'm in the castle right now." He breathed, taking in the magnificence of her room around him. 

"Shut up and kiss me." It happened like this every time, she thought, as she slammed her lips into his, they were always more amazed at being in this castle than with her. She wished it weren't like this but there wasn't any boys back home, none she could play with anyways.

His hands tugged at her shirt so she pulled away for a half second so she could pull it over her head. Their lips reconnected as he started fumbling with her bra, she only sighed and reached back with one arm to unclasp it herself. 

As her fingertips brushed against the lacy fabric the door was, quite literally, flying off the hinges.

"Evangeline!" The queen shouted. "Again!"

Evangeline pulled away from the boy, arms falling to her sides. She sat back on him, a boyish bulge pressing against her. He sat up on his elbows. "You're the queen."

Aelin's face softened when she looked to the boy, she was being so unfair. She had sex with Rowan practically every night, why couldn't she have any fun every now and then?

"What's your name, dear." She used her 'queen voice' for this, the one she used when talking to the public or trying to make a good impression.

The boy started stuttering as though he couldn't remember . If the poor guy ever met Lysandra he would be so tongue twisted he wouldn't know what to do with himself. The thought made her smile. "George." He finally choked out.

"Well George," Aelin grinned. "If you go down to the kitchen I'm sure the cook will get you something to eat."

"I don't know where it is." George looked down as though he were a disappointment to the kingdom. Little does he know that this same thing happens at least once a week.

"Lysandra." Aelin called over her shoulder. She wouldn't dare, Evangeline thought.

Lysandra appeared in the doorway next to her. "Would you care to escort this young man to the kitchen for some food to eat." She put emphasize on the word, glaring at me as though I intended on harming the boy.

"I would love to." Lysandra walked over to us, pushing me off of him. His jaw was open like a cod fish, nearly drooling. Lysandra pulled him to his feet, practically carrying him out of the room as he couldn't seem to make his feet move. No boy, or girl for that matter, could resist her charm but this guy was layering it on thick.

The moment they left the usual harshness returned to the face of her aunt. "There's no such thing as a sexy George."

"Would you have let him stay if there were?"

"Yeah, and I would have joined to." She replied sarcastically.

"Is this going to be the usual speech? Cause I've got it memorized."

"Pretty much the same." Aelin closed the door, leaning back against it, arms crossed. "Few tweaks here and there. I've been working on it."

"Thats nice. Do you wanna start now."

"Can you put on your shirt first."

"Nah, I'd rather not."

"Put on your shirt."

Evangeline grinned. "Yes m'am." She pulled the t-shirt over her head.

Aelin sighed. "You know I'm getting really tired of this speech."

"Just give me the run down then."

"Your only 15, you shouldn't be doing stuff like this, something bad could happen. Blah blah blah, lecture lecture lecture. I never want to see this happen again. Got all that."

"I'm really liking this shortened version. A week then."

"I'll be impressed if you make it that long."

"Oh no, I mean a week without bringing them here." I tell her.

Aelin rolled her eyes. "There really is no point with you, is there?"

Evangeline only shrugged. "What can I say? I take after my mother."

Aelin pushed herself off the wall and sat on the edge of her queen sized bed. "Listen, Lysandra wasn't like that and you do realize that she's not your mother though, right."

"I know." Evangeline sighed, folding her hands on her lap.

"If your just doing this to be like Lysandra..." Aelin trailed off, hoping that Evangeline would finish her statement positively.

"I mean she was a shapeshifter courtesan"

"I can sell you back to Madam Clarrisse."

Evangeline twisted her fingers together in a nervous habit. "No, don't. I like it here."

"Then whats your deal lately?"

"I dunno." She replied, knee bouncing.

The door opened slowly. "Okay you little whore. He was one of the worst. He kept 'accidentally' groping me. He even pretended to fall so he could get a face full of them." She put air quotes around the word, proving that he did it intentionally.

Evangeline only shrugged her already slump shoulders. "'S why I picked 'em."

"Well your whore ass is becoming an inconvenience." She sneered. 

"My whore ass is gonna go get some." She said standing up.

"You better not bring the fucker home."

"I won't, wouldn't want you interfering."

"I never do."

Lysandra stood with her arms crossed in the doorway. "Let my whore ass out."

"No."

"Don't make me climb out the window."

"Of fucking course you decide to take the drain pipe down."

"Whats that suppose to mean."

"Your already notorious with the gaurds for doing it without underwear on."

"Fuck you. Oh wait everyone on the continent already has." Evangeline sneered.

"Fucking bitch."

"At least this bitch knows how to close her legs if she wanted to."

"Fucking c-ahh!" Her insult turned into a scream when Aelin set the floor on which she stood aflame, without burning the boards. The flames rose up, causing immense pain without actually hurting her. They licked at her hair but she hardly noticed.

"Shut up and apologize!" Evangeline screamed.

"Whore." Lysandra managed to choke out.

"Take it back!"

"No." It was weaker this time, she was losing her strength, her morale to keep fighting. Suddenly the flames died down and Lysandra collapsed. Landing on the floor with a thud louder then a girl of her weight should make. She coughed and sputtered but Evangeline didn't flinch. She made a mental note to thank Aelin for the fire later.

Lysandra, not actually hurt, shifted into a ghost leopard. Lifting herself to her feet, her teeth were bared and eyes full of hate.

"Prick. Can't even fight a fifteen year old without magic." Evangeline started out the door.

"Don't come back until your ready to apologize." Aelin said as Lysandra changed back.

"Don't worry." Evangeline smiled over her shoulder. "I'll be gone at least the night."

The door swung shut behind her.

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