The Highprince's Daughter
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Lana Kholin protected her family at all costs. Sadeas's betrayal wouldn't change that. It did however give her more things to worry about. Not the leasts of which were those weird bridgemen guards. Particularly the one they called Kaladin Stormblessed. He was going to be trouble, she could already tell.
AU where you can feel your soulmate's pain and their wounds show up as marks on your skin.
TW: talk about SH but never shown on screen
Kaladin X OC
Stormlight Archive Fanfic
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