Lysandra
The Courtesan Who Wears a Thousand Faces
I wear faces like jewels—each one a weapon, not a mask.
I’ve danced for kings, lied for queens, and killed for freedom. Aelin saw me not as a prize, but as a force. I protect what’s mine with claws and cunning. I’ve worn a thousand faces, but I’m finally choosing my own.
What I'm Into: shifting under moonlight, Evangeline’s laughter, the taste of revenge, court secrets whispered in the dark, Aelin’s fire
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