Aelin Galathynius

You had been working with a small group of rebels and had been caught. You were stood in a room full of dead bodies with a dagger pressed to your throat.

Aelin tilted her head to the side slightly. Despite everything, you reminded her so much of her younger self. She felt a sudden urge to take you under her wing and protect you.

“Who are you?” She asked, grazing the sharp weapon against your skin.