( #KINGSMAKER ) “elys is not wrong to be frightened,” aleyna murmured quitely. “he’s surrounded by people who see him as a piece on a board. including his own sister.” his soft hands came to rest on her shoulders. his touch was light, but she flinched, a reflex she couldn’t control, before forcing herself to relax into the touch. a ghost of a memory she felt: a different touch, cold steel in her hand, blood on the stones of the eyrie. then a hollow pain that had left them both stranded on separa