A shadow snaked up my arm, a gentle caress, a brush of the night. "My name, Alina." I lifted my head. "Please, Aleksander." The darkness fell away and the nichevo'ya went still. The Grisha stopped and faced us. I barely registered Mal's horrified gaze. "Stand." My knees shook, but I pushed myself to my feet and stared into the Darkling's quartz eyes. Lifeless. Empty. Victorious. - The Darkling's forces are too great. The nichevo'ya, the Grisha, the merzost... Alina Starkov has no choice but to surrender and become the Darkling's Queen. - DARKLING X ALINA FANFIC TAKES PLACE AFTER CH 11 RUIN AND RISING (SPOILERS) I update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays! (COMPLETED AS OF 10/6/21)

No matter how her heart breaks, or the world burns around her, Marianne Wilson is a practical girl. She has a tavern to run, after all, and a family of traitors to protect. But, as the situation in Cambridge becomes more dire, and it appears that war with the British is coming, it becomes increasingly difficult to stay neutral. The spell of revolution is seductive, even as handsome British soldier is quartered with them. When unexpected matters of heart begin to disrupt her carefully guarded facade, Marianne must discover who she can trust, and if she is ready to give in to dangerous, impractical love.