Enya Ashryver Galathynius loved Adarlan. It had been three years - three years of searching for her long-lost sister. She'd begun her hunt in the Red Desert, her home, though not birthplace, and with achingly slow progress, wandered further and further North-West. Upon setting her eyes on the stunning Glass Castle, she'd fallen in love with it. Instantly. Tugging the edges of her hood further down, she walked straight into the slums of Rifthold.
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Rising Flames | Throne of Glass
Fanfiction❛You know,❜ he purred, velvet voice raking talons down her spine, ❛I rather like you, princess.❜ [Cover image CTTO]
