#goldryn

[rainingriversofyou]

Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Throne Of Glass - Artist: luaartiste

[groundrootvegetable]

[daggernamedhope]

Manon & Aelin

Gah! I *love* these two bitch queens.

[afterthedreamer]

Sometimes a book series changes your whole life and you have to get a silly little tattoo about it

[sorenamadeus]

The Solitude of Fireheart

A young princess

A dying land

The hilt is gripped

Between her hands

The demons race

They shred the souls

They feed on fear

Of those they own

Keys of power

Spread far and wide

To be united

To stop a tide

Rush of evil

Current of Death

A true calling

A final breath

The blade is raised

The Earth stands still

The Heir of Fire

Must live to kill.

Past of darkness

Horrors untold

Only she can save them

A Queen alone.

[acourtofquestions]

Fenrys whispered, "Holy gods."

Not at the bridge that snapped down, soldiers teeming in the dark depths inside. But at who emerged from the keep archway behind them. What emerged. Rowan didn't know where to look. At the soldiers pouring out of the siege tower, leaping onto the battlements, or at Aelin.

At the Queen of Terrasen.

She'd found armor below the keep. Beautiful, pale gold armor that gleamed like a summer dawn. Holding back her braided hair, a diadem lay flush against her head. Not a diadem, but a piece of armor. Part of some ancient set for a lady long since buried. A crown for war, a crown to wear into battle. A crown to lead armies.

There was no fear on her face, no doubt, as Aelin hefted her shield, flipping Goldryn in her hand once before the first of Morath's soldiers was upon her. Rowan launched into movement, his blades finding their marks, but still he watched her.

Aelin slammed her shield against an oncoming warrior, Goldryn slicing through another before she plunged the blade into the soldier she'd deflected. She did it again, and again.

All while heading toward that siege tower. Unhindered. Unleashed.

A call went down the line. The queen has come.

She planted her line before the gaping maw of that siege tower, right in the path of those teeming hordes. Every moment of the training she'd done on the ship here, on the road, every new blister and callus—all to rebuild herself for this.

The queen has come.

Goldryn unfaltering, her shield an extension of her arm, Aelin glowed like the sun that now broke over the khagan's army as she engaged each soldier that hurtled her way. Five, ten—she moved and moved and moved, ducking and swiping, shoving and flipping, black blood spraying, her face the portrait of grim, unbreaking will.

"The queen!" the men shouted. "To the queen!"

And as Rowan fought his way closer, as that cry went down the battlements and Anielle men ran to aid her, he realized that Aelin did not need an ounce of flame to inspire men to follow. That she had been waiting, yanking at the bit, to show them what she, without magic, without any godly power, might do. He'd never seen such a glorious sight. In every land, every battle, he had never seen anything as glorious as Aelin before the throat of the siege tower, holding the line. Dawn breaking around them, Rowan loosed a battle cry and tore into Morath.

[shallyne]

This or That TOG edition

Let's play a game: I give you two options of which you have to chose one. Comment or reblog your answers

Wendlyn or the Southern Continent

Witch or Shifter

Fire powers or Ice powers

Valg or Ilken

Damaris or Goldryn

Blueblood or Yellowlegs

Fleetfoot or Abraxos

Terrasen ruled by Aelin or Adarlan ruled by Dorian

Doranelle ruled by Maeve or Adarlan ruled by the King of Adarlan

Undercover in Morath or Undercover in a circus

Stone castle or Glass castle

[krispleigh]

goldryn tattoo 🗡

canvas: krispy.doodle (Instagram/ Tiktok)

artist: hwahongtattoo