After the war, Alina and Mal decided to rebuild the orphanage in Keramzin. Alina was no longer a sun summoner. Or was she? She could sometimes still feel a flicker of power residing in her. But not just the light. The dark was inside her still as well. But the Darkling is dead, right? Aleksander was dead and burned, never to return to the land of the living. At least, that was what she thought... DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR LIKE THE GRISHAVERSE AT ALL. THAT HONOR BELONGS TO LEIGH BARDUGO English is not my native language so forgive me if I make a mistake! Enjoy reading ;)

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)

Alina Starkov expected to wake up on a ship sailing across the True Sea, one that would take her far from Ravka, far from the Darkling and his mad crusade. Instead, she awoke in Os Alta to a devastating truth: the war was won nearly a century ago, her first love was dead, and she remembered nothing. Not even that, as part of her surrender, she agreed to a political marriage.