Throne of Glass One Shots

Teddy Bear

Evangeline knew he was alive, there was a nagging part of her that always suspected it. Something had always told her that. Some small part of her but being her right now, it was more than she could have ever imagined.

He would get home from work in two hours and until then she had free rein of the piss poor cottage he lived in. There wasn't much to do, he didn't have any books and certainly didn't have any clothes for her to dress up in. There was a freshly made chocolate cake in the fridge with only a few pieces taken out of it.

After testing it for poison she grabbed a fork and dug in. She managed to eat the entire thing, one of the many things she learned from Aelin. By the time she was done she barely had an hour left to wait. He lived in a shit neighborhood so there was no use walking around for something to do and she didn't suspect Dorian would be very happy if she started killing his people out of boredom.

So she stuck it out and lazed about he house. She ate the rest of the sweets in the house before it was time. She was ready.

She stared at him holding her favorite teddy bear as a child in one hand, a throwing knife in the other. If Aelin had truly taught her anything it was how to never miss.

"Hi, dad."

He cocked his head, confused. "Evangeline?" He was a big man with stubble covering his face despite his balding head. You couldn't tell what color his hair was suppose to be but his eyes were citrine. For that alone she wanted to carve that knife though his throat. He had no right to bear her eyes.

"It's me daddy. Did you miss me?" She may be 14 going on 15 but she played the part well. She wore a baby doll dress and her hair was in curled pigtails.

"I-I Hi, E."

"Did you miss me daddy? I missed you. I came back for you daddy."

"I- I can see that E. I haven't seen you since you were a kid."

"When you couldn't pay Madam Clarisse and gave me away to make it even? I remember."

"I never meant, I hoped you would become something great."

"Your right, there are statues of the great whores of Adarlan all over the place. But no matter I got out daddy, I'm free. I came back to you."

"That's nice, E. I see you still have your little teddy." He nodded to the old, torn up teddy bear hanging loosely in her hand.

"I kept him, aren't you proud of me?"

"That's really nice, Evangeline. What's that in your other hand."

"A gift."

"So now that you're back we are like a family again, huh."

Wrong.

"I have a family. Have your present."

She through the knife and as it flew she whispered.

"Bye-Bye daddy."

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"Citrine eyes." Evangeline had tears running down her face as she folded herself in Lysandra's arms. They were in Lysandra's room at Caraverre. "I thought... hoped they were from my mother."

"And the hair?" Lysandra asked softly. Those were her two most defining characteristics, the two things she holds closest things to her.

"I couldn't tell. It looked darker."

"That's good."

Evangeline shrugged. She didn't want to have anything in common with that monster, that- that man. If he could even be called that.

"Evangeline." Lysandra whispered softly, stoking her hair dragging her fingers through her thick hair.

"Lysandra." She answered in reply.

"We are not our fathers." She said this with a quirk of a smile on her face even though Evangeline couldn't see her. She thought of it as her passing down some great knowledge and in a way she was. Those five words have gotten her through so much.

She only pursed her lips. "I could be."

"I'm not my father and you're not yours." She would never be her father and Evangeline would never be hers. To her it may be a statement but to Lysandra, this was a promise.

"Hummphh."

Lysandra only sighed. He was gone, dead, she killed him. There was nothing to think about nothing to fear. He was gone.

Nothing except genetics. Coming someone you don't want to be. Having the shadow of hatred cast upon her. Nothing except the silhouette of death.

"That was you first kill, wasn't it?" First kills were always the hardest, Lysandra still remembered hers and she supposed Aelin still recalled hers as well.

"I guess yeah." Evangeline muttered wondering why she was asking she had killed before, animals and such. She had maimed and brutally injured but never killed. In such a situation, she didn't mind the difference. It was nice it felt good and freeing. She wanted to do it again, keep killing. Watch the life of bad people flee from their eyes. It was no wonder Aelin was an assassin for so much of her life. It's such a wonderful feeling..

"Was it hard?" Lysandra asked.

"No. Killing him was the easy part."

Lysandra held her tight. She liked having Aelin here for these sorts of things, she was deeper. Had more heartfelt feelings yet somehow managed to lighten the situation.

"It's okay."

Evangeline was silent, what was there to say to that. Okay? Okay? What a ridiculous turn of phrase. Anyone who used the word okay was anything but.

"You're free."

Free?

"You're free."

What?

"You're free."

Free.

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