Sword of Ice (A Throne of Glass Fanfiction)

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It was all for show.

And Maeve knew that more than the rest of them.

To be the master of her own destiny was what she had done for the last three millennia, and now she wasn't about to let a girl who'd endured it all to destroy what she had built and to kill her darkness with her flames because the queen was too blind to see she would come and come to end her reign someday.

Maeve wasn't blind.

She had all the eyes to know what was staring right in front of her. And didn't she endured the same way the heir of fire did? It was wrong to undermine her escape from that wretched realm. She had endured more. And she knew she would be the victor at the end of it all because of that.

Her fallen prince of nothing had given her an orifice she was itching to get. She wanted to find an opportunity to break the girl and strike at the right target that would hit her close to home.

And with the girl's fallen kingdom, Maeve knew only one home that the girl would come back to over and over again:

Rowan Whitethorn.

Maeve had seen all of them. The dreams of a mate seeing his mate for the first time. And she would never, ever apologize for what she did.

So she erased all those dreams from the prince's twisted head until all that was left of him was nothing. As he always was.

Rowan Whitethorn could've been prince of something with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius as his mate. He could even be more. He could be king.

But she wasn't going to lose this battle.

She erased the memories of the carnage that had left her city in ruins. The queen altered the minds of her people, bring a false sense of safety and security once more and letting peace consume the hearts of her oblivious followers.

There was no carnage in Doranelle that existed.

And there was certainly no Aelin Ashryver Galathynius for Rowan Whitethorn to call as home. With his altered mind, he'd now see her as what she was--the task at hand for the prince to complete.

The queen knew she's rise and rise again. Her flames would burn big and when they did, the whole world would indeed fall beneath her feet.

She had to extinguish her flames with the only thing that could:

Darkness.

It was time for Maeve to start the show.