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Peace-gift, she is named, but Annarainë does not care for peace.
Peace means being quiet and placid and well-behaved.
Peace means enduring any and all insults thrown at her and those she loves without complaint.
Peace means hearing the whispered threats and seeing the bruises on her elders’ ribs and never fighting back.
Peace means betraying the Flame Imperishable and everything he fought for.
Annarainë is tired of peace. She wants to fight. She wants to defend her House, wants to prove herself, wants to teach each and every one of those bastards in Lindon never, never again to insult the greatest Elf who ever lived.
She cannot kill them – it would upset her Lord, and Annarainë loves him too dearly to trouble him so.
But that does not mean she cannot fight back.
Does not mean she cannot shout at them, slam doors and break things, make a scene, when the courtiers insult her and expect her to take it quietly.
Does not mean she cannot proudly wear the eight-rayed star to every feast and every diplomatic function and dare anyone to say something.
Does not mean she cannot be as unapologetically loyal as those who came before her.