I want villain Elain so bad. And I don’t mean oh Elain goes a little bad and comes back.
No.
In every way that Nesta was mean on the outside and tearing herself apart on the inside, I want Elain to be perfectly sweet and calm on the outside and tearing everyone else apart on the inside.
I want her to be bone-deep in revenge fantasies.
I want her to be cackling internally at every idiot who thinks her pretty feminine hobbies make her less of a threat.
I want her to betray everyone but herself.
I want it revealed that she has been playing everyone for a fool since the war.
I want the path of mercy and forgiveness to be right in front of her and I want her to laugh at the very thought as she vows that all of her enemies will die screaming.
I want her to see their demise in her mind and decide it is not enough to know they will be brought to Justice. She must preside over their suffering.
Everything that was taken from her will be repaid a thousand times.
There is no peace. No joy or comfort or happiness. There is only rage covered over in icing sugar. There is only scorched soil that blooms nothing but blood roses.
I want Elain’s first POV to scorch the readers.
How dare you think me soft and complacent because I like to feel the earth beneath my palms. I will plant the most beautiful garden over the patch where I bury your body. I will smile every morning as I look out my window and see bright tulips growing over your battered corpse. I am vengeance. I am rage. How lovely you all turn a blind eye, so you will never see me coming.















