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If you ever wonder how much E/uciens care about Elain…

Their “favourite moment” of Elain that just won on their subreddit was…

“His name is Lucien.”

Their favourite moment is a moment that was heartbreaking for Elain. When she was already at her lowest after dealing with having her body violated by being forced in the cauldron, her ex-fiancé broke her heart by not accepting what she had become.

And that’s their favourite moment…

Just say you only want Elain to be a tool in Lucien’s story because nobody is buying that you actually care for her.

Elain deserves better than Lucien and his fans.

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"You aren't allowed here," the man by the crate said. "I am allowed wherever I wish." Ihsan's words echoed in his memory, words he'd said to Nesrin, tangling her even more deeply with his confusion. "You may address me as Sehzade. Who are you?" Both bowed, exchanging a look as they rose. pg.481

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"I'm going to give you a single chance to tell me, of your own volition, what you are doing," he said, his magic echoing glacially in his voice. pg.480

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Kuhzey looked quizzical, but his gaze dropped from her face to her hands. To the ring. He grabbed her wrist and took hold of the bauble. When he pulled, Nesrin's knees buckled with the sheer force of the fire that filled her from head to toe. It sucked her breath and voice away, seared the inside of her skull. Reyhan ripped Kuhzey's hand away from the ring, and he released Nesrin. She collapsed to all fours, each breath scorching. Her eyes watered, her throat felt as though she had not had water in days. She could not answer him, could not grasp thought enough to know if she was relieved, or even more afraid. I will tell the Sultana, he signed to Nesrin when she lifted her head and looked at him. He bolted from the room. pg.479

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The spell still would not let her touch the ring, and if she tried to think of what she would sign to Kuhzey, the feeling of burning up inside filled her nearly to screaming. So she did not think. She closed her eyes and thought of Ihsan. Of the way he smiled when he did not want to. She thought of Sanem, laughing and happy with Anil. Of the littles, chasing frogs in the fields. And last, she thought of seeds, and flowers, and hope, and that gave her a rush of glittering resolve. Ring. Nesrin closed her eyes, squeezed them right, focused on an image of the ice of Ihsan's magic swirling in circles over his skin. Magic. Hurts. It was hard to hold the images in her mind and also think of words she knew the sign for. Trap. pg.478-479

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"Why are you here with us, Kuhzey?" Reyhan asked, her brows raised. Nesrin turned back as Kuhzey pointed at Reyhan. "You fell," Nesrin interpreted his hands. "He was worried." Reyhan frowned. "You have more important things to worry about. I'm fine." Kuhzey frowned back. You are my friends. His gestures were quick and angry. I care. "It's all right, Kuhzey. I've been watching her. It has been a difficult few days, sometimes people react in surprising ways to these sorts of upsets. Bodies are fragile." He looked from one to the other, frustrated. He finally settled on Nesrin and pointed an accusing finger at her. You are my friend. And Ihsan's. His hands moved in such fluid rhythm, she lagged in her understanding. Why did you lie to us? Her heart ached. Tears welled as the words tumbled inside her, beating to be free, and activating the fire in the ring. Heat deadened her ability to think, and she mentally recoiled from the thoughts of the truth. They stared at each other. Kuhzey's gaze searching her face, waiting. She tried, again. And failed again. The pain was too much. Slicing through her, and reminding her , that even if she defeated the enchantment, she could not defeat Behram Kadir. he had everything she loved in the grip of his fist. Kuhzey crossed the distance between them and closed his hands over theirs. His features were still tight with anger, but something else was there too. He shook her closed fists gently, moving them together, then apart. Nesrin glanced at Reyhan, who only shrugged. Kuhzey snorted in annoyance, released her hands, and signed, I know what it looks like to be unable to speak...He tapped his heart, brows drawing down. He drew a circle around his face and pointed at hers. ...to be trapped. Her breath rushed out as she understood. He pointed at her hands again. Say it to me this way. pg.477-478

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"I can't stay here," Nesrin said, the buzzing anxiety spreading through her limbs. She shook her hands out at her sides, trying to clear some of the feeling from her body. But it didn't help. pg.476

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Reyhan thought Ihsan was in danger. The unknown threat curled in Nesrin's chest, stealing her calm. Could she escape? Go to him? Warn him. If he was in danger, did that mean her family was as well? pg.476

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Nesrin handed Reyhan a cup of tea. Her nose had finally stopped bleeding, and her shakes were subsiding. The sun had completely fallen behind the palace walls. Because of the lack of light, Nesrin could no longer see the guard stationed outside the patio doors. "I need you not to harm yourself." Nesrin knelt on the carpet at Reyhan's feet. Her unconsciousness had seemed like mage sleep. A short mage sleep. Had Reyhan's own magic fought the spell so hard it had rendered her unconscious, or had it simply been the pain of the enchantment? Nesrin could not voice her questions; even the thought of them had the ring and bracelet sending skeins of fire into her skull. pg.475

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Kuhzey gestured, but she did not know the signs he gave her. Kuhzey pointed at her. "Oh no." Reyhan stood abruptly. She wove her fingers together, pacing toward the garden doors, then back, her expression pained. The color washed from her face, and she spun toward Kuhzey. "Did you tell the Princess Sultana that the Sehzade went to Mizraa?" I came straight here, he said, and Nesrin translated. "You must." There was more. Reyhan's eyes flared as she appeared to choke on the words. Her hands clenched at her sides. The muscles in her jaw went taut. Nesrin put her hand on her shoulder. Whatever Reyhan was trying to say, her enchantments were fighting it. "Hurry," Reyhan groaned, and a drop of blood oozed from one nostril. "Stop," Nesrin demanded, her own enchantments punishing her with a back-bending swipe of pain. She held Reyhan's shoulders as both women went to their knees. When Kuhzey moved to help, Reyhan managed to expel one more thought. "He's...in...danger." Then she collapsed. pg.471-472

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Without thinking, she began to braid Reyhan's hair. It was beautiful, silky black and pin-straight. Nesrin combed her fingers through it, her thoughts drifting to her sisters, and how long it had been since she'd done this for anyone. For once, Reyhan did not protest. pg.470

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"You are too good, Nessa," Reyhan murmured, hooking on hand on Nesrin's arm. "Too kind for this place and these people." "There is no such thing as too kind," Nesrin said. "It is an act of bravery here." Reyhan tipped her head to Nesrin's. They were in this maelstrom together now. "To be kind, when it is so much easier, and safer, to be cruel." pg.470

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Nesrin sank onto the couch. She could hardly think around her grief at causing him pain, at betraying him. Worry nibbled at her. Could he be hurt? "He's managed all these Turns without your worrying, it will not help now," Reyhan said crisply. Nesrin frowned at her. Reyhan frowned back. "He was too quick to blame you," she said. "Gave you no credit, no chances." Nesrin smiled a little. "Be careful, people might begin to think you like me." The sadness returned to Reyhan's face, and she sat beside Nesrin on the couch. They leaned into each other. "I will do my best for you," Nesrin said. The spells threatened at the edges of her awareness, so she did not dare to say too much. Reyhan scoffed, then flinched. She cursed, tears springing to her eyes. Nesrin recognized the frustration. She dabbed at the other woman's cheeks with her sleeve, then wrapped her arms around her shoulders and laid her head on one. "You are too good, Nessa," Reyhan murmured, hooking on hand on Nesrin's arm. "Too kind for this place and these people." "There is no such thing as too kind," Nesrin said. "It is an act of bravery here." Reyhan tipped her head to Nesrin's. They were in this maelstrom together now. "To be kind, when it is so much easier, and safer, to be cruel." "Is it safer? To make enemies instead of allies?" pg.470

[soyzaweels]

“Elain was nestled beside a too-casual Mor on the sitting room couch when we arrived at the town house”.

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The night-dark form lay in front of her, coils and lashes of something in a world of nothing. Nesrin feared it. Though it did nothing but exist, inky smoke bleeding off of it. But this time, she saw that it was not just a blot of existing black within the nothingness. Something moved within it. A pulse. Voices hissed and whispered, layering over, under, and around each other. Words she did not know, sounds she could not replicate. But also, within the tumult... Break. Nesrin screamed in defiance. But there was no sound, no air, no movement of her constricted, curled body. Instead, she jolted awake. pg.467

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Chess might not be his game but hide and seek was. The magic faded from his skin, melted ice dripping down the window.. He would wait for dark, and seek his answers. pg.467

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Jagged swirls of magic whipped over the visible skin of his hand. It was in flux, from his anger, but not out of control as it had been lately. As it had been when Nesrin was near. She affected him so strongly. pg.466