For a moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He almost thought he was dreaming, but knew he wasn’t because the way his heart squeezed at the sight of you was undeniably real.

It’d been ten years since he last saw you, when Terrasen had fallen. He had convinced himself you were likely dead.

But there you stand, in the streets of Orynth, months after Aelin had reclaimed her throne.

“{{user}}..” The way your name rolls off his tongue feels so familiar.