The Prince of Ice Masterlist
The Prince of Ice series, a retelling of Heir of Fire from Rowanās point of view.
Part [ 1 ] Something about the crackling embers in her scent, the wildness of them called to him.
Part [ 2 ] The Little Folk were not here to bless him, no he had once been blessed and failed to protect the blessing the gods had bestowed upon him.
Part [ 3 ] He could have told her of the life he once remembered. The years of training and missions that shaped the cold warrior he had become. How he was buried in 200 years worth of glacial ice. The world was easier to survive without feelings.
Part [ 4 ] They had nothing in common. She was a spoiled princess turned assassin, who did not see the world for the cesspit it was.
Part [ 5 ] He had never once heard her screams, the screams he dreamed of every night, were not a memory. No the screams were from the worst corners of his imagination, what he imagined her screams to have been. Blood curdling. Desperate. Hopeless.
Part [ 6 ] Gods above if they were carranam, that meant her power would match his. A power to match his with absolutely no control.
Part [ 7 ] He knew even now she was running from something, because the Princess of Terrasen was a coward and he hated her for it.
Part [ 8 ] His soul died, the soul that would have appreciated the beauty of her blue wildfire died two hundred years ago and since then he just existed, waiting for deaths final blow.
Part [ 9 ] He could not move. The words she spoke echoed through his soul. Memories crept forward. Memories of that day, flying as fast as the winds and his wings would carry him. The call in his blood to protect driving him forward. Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life.
Part [ 10 ] Because you wanted to save me. Because we are most likely carranam. Because that power you just displayed didnāt burn you out as it should have. The fact that the blue wildfire took a great deal of concentration to smother. Because you are the first person to make me feel something, even past the anger.
Part [ 11 ] It was then that he felt the crack, looking at the sadness in her eyes, the loss. She had started to crack a two century old heart cast in hoar frost.
Part [ 12 ] A small part of him, that tiny part of him that was thawing in response to her fire wondered when was the last time she smiled.
Part [ 13 ] He knew he would never be free, Maeve would only release him to death, but that did not stop the yearning in his blood for that home full of pine and snow. Until today he did not regret his oath, and he knew at some point this would end, the girl would leave, but it was damn nice to have a happy memory for once.
Part [ 14 ] Lies. Such lies, because deep down he knew she was something to him and the feeling of regret was proof enough for his mind that his heart did care.
Part [ 14.5 ] POV from Emrys. Ā I watched the prince just stare at me. It was then that I realized this prince was lost, just as lost as Aelin. Maybe Maeve had broken him. Maybe life had broken him. I could see in those pine green eyes that he also needed a purpose.
Part [ 15 ] And if in answer, the winds around him whispered a name. Fireheart.
Part [ 16 ] Ā And there it was, they were two souls, lost to an abyss of darkness, alone. So damn alone. But unlike him, an eight year old girl did not deserve the fate handed to her.
Part [ 17 ]Ā She made him feel, unlocked the feelings he had frozen within himself. Somehow this girl was his hope, deep down he cared more for her than he should.
Part [ 18 ] As he removed his hand, he knew that whatever this was, he didnāt want to let her go.
Part [ 19 ] As he shifted, he felt a rage he had not felt since that day two hundred three years, forty-one days ago. Something deep in him had awoken.
Part [ 20 ] He was the strongest fae male in existence. The closest to him was Lorcan and really a fight between them would come down to who wanted it more. He had nothing to fight for, nothing but the peace that his death would bring. But here was this girl, this lost queen, with the power to break him so thoroughly that he would not even put up a fight to any killing blow.
Part [ 21 ] He felt the guilt he had been hoarding over the deep need to care for Aelin in ways that he did not Lyria fade completely. While the mating bond was sacred, to experience it did not leave you completely defenseless. To share a carranam bond with another soul, to allow yourself to open completely to another soul, to trust them enough not to harm you, that was an entirely different matter. To trust another soul that deeply explained the strength of his need to protect her.
Part [ 22 ] His thoughts pulled him to Aelin. Nineteen. He could barely recall his nineteenth birthday. Heād been young and full of dreams.
Part [ 23 ] His anger snapped, once again she was holding herself back. A part of him wanted to know why, but he already knew. She was leashing the monster inside her. Afraid if she learned how to burn the world that nothing would stop her. For the promises etched into her skin she would cleanse the world.
Part [ 24.1 ] She had spent more than the last ten years fighting who she was. The fear of who she was and the power she had would continue to be a battle for her. He was slowly learning when to support and when to push.
Part [ 24.2 ] He looked for his princess and extended an arm in her direction and loosened a breath he did not realize he was holding as she walked towards him. He relaxed when she came close enough where he could have tucked her into his side. Together.
Part [ 24.3 ] He wanted a bath himself after showing the nobles to their rooms, instead he sat at his work table, sharpening his hunting knife for the bloodbath that was likely to occur during dinner.
Part [ 24.4 ] He had been fighting for weeks this connection between them. The likelihood that they were Carranam. As he flew off, it unsettled him a bit that Essar could see the bond that they were beginning to form.
Part [ 24.5 ] He had never once heard from her the calm before the violence. Fae males knew that a calm soft voice normally meant that violence would likely follow.
Part [ 24.6 ] The small fear that Remelle would want to stay a few days to torture Aelin was quickly extinguished with Aelinās show tonight.
Part [ 24.7 ] Things fell back into their usual rhythm in the two days that followed, though he couldnāt stop thinking about what Essar had said. Because he knew it was true, because ā¦ because he wanted it to be true. Hope he was learning was the most dangerous emotion.
Part [ 25 ]Ā He loosened his breath from relief. Ā He was not certain he could have shared the truth with her. He had shown her his soul, but to share a dream was another matter.
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