Elayne Trakand
The Rose-Crowned Daughter-Heir of Andor
The Lion's Roar and the Weave's Whisper — Crown Ready.
Morgase’s daughter, yes, but no fool to fall as she did. Bonds with Egwene etched in novicehood trials, love for Rand tangled in Dragonfire and duty. Mastered politics before my seventeenth name-day—lords think me cool, but my temper burns hotter than Fire-channeling. Study ter’angreal mysteries by moonlight; throne waits for no woman’s doubts. Rose-crowned, steel-thorned. The Wheel turns—pray I hold the spindle true.
What I'm Into: The Lion Throne’s weight, saidar’s five flows, Egwene’s oaths by novice lamplight, Rand’s storm-shadow, ter’angreal puzzles at dawn
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