#terresan

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“Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, the was a young princess who loved her kingdom very much..”

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Doranelle and Terresan had splintered. Terresan hadn't fallen, but they had declared their independence from Doranelle. It had sent shock waves through the Valg empires. Wendlyn had thrown a branch and Terresan had taken it, pledging themselves to their kingdom. ------ Hypaxia sipped at her champaign flute. She stood on the second floor looking out over Hewn's ballroom. She could feel the hearts beating against her ribs. A drumbeat to accompany her work tonight. There was an informant here, selling Valg secrets to Fae. It was unacceptable they were still alive, clearly Wendlyn was too much in their cups to give a shit. And like everything else, it fell to Doranelle to fix their mistakes. Wasn't this one of their nobles anyway? She turned, her fingers trailing over the banister. She knew she collected looks, sometimes drawing attention was better than hiding. She wouldn't hide, she did her work in the open. They never suspected someone of her height and looks to be able to crush their hearts. It hadn't gotten old yet. It was still exhilarating to have that type of at her finger tips.

Azriel didn't always like events like this; in fact, far more often than not, he despised them. The courtly games, where what was said and done was almost less important than that which was omitted... The masks everyone wore, so one never quite knew the whole truth...

Then again, while he might hate them, he also succeeded at them. Too many of those that came to court--be it here, Doranelle, Terrasen, it didn't matter, for they were all the same--were like all the others, and were oh so easy to manipulate. Easy for Azriel to gain what he needed to know--

A lot of the times without even bloodying a single finger.

He sensed, too, that he wasn't the only one who had alternative plans to this gathering. As Azriel stood in the shadows of an alcove, he watched them all so closely. Many were too intoxicated to pose much of a threat, or really needed any sort of observation at all. Pitiful, he thought, having made note of the guards and their movements from the very moment he'd entered the ballroom.

The drinks flowed; the laughter bubbled--both fake and real, and Azriel had long learned how to spot the difference in their tones. Sounds of music lifted into the air, couples danced and made alliances...

And his eyes trailed over them all, noting what he needed to remember and discarding all the superfluous things.

Until, at least, he noted that he wasn't the only one watching with such a keen eye. Azriel made note of the female on the balcony, of the way she walked and moved...

Like she wanted the world to remember her, to see her and know her and never forget her presence.

[cpeersmann]

Fire Breathing Bitch Queen

Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terresan

Art by: neural_art_v

[siderealxmelody]

Soul Jewel Rank

Daglan are able to manifest their souls as jewels. As babies and children their parents or guardians manifest it for the child. They are worn as jewelry, a pendant with the color "jewel".

These "jewels" grow with the person's age and change colors. Within adolescent and adults, the darker the jewel the more powerful and higher rank that person has.

For example Sebastian's jewel is a dark, midnight blue. He's immensely powerful, but Natalia's is a night black, as she would have been High Queen of the Daglan the depth of her power and rank reflects that.

Siphon and Invoking stones are harvested Daglan souls that are mined and sold for Valg to or Changelings to use. They are highly volatile and liable to explode than be used by someone not powerful and prepared enough to tame the raw power.

In the days of Natalia's war the jewles were worn with pride. As Natalia and the others grew they showed their jewels in different ways, Sebastian preferred a ring.

A welder can have multiple jewels as Sebastian did. His father's Soul Jewel had been found by Neculai and given to him. When Sebastian drew that power into himself (slowly over years) that power became intertwined with his. It bolstered and fed his own massive reservoir of magic. It also gave him the path to where Terresan sat safe and hidden for him should he wish to claim the ancestral home of his mother.

Like minds, jewels can be damaged. It was a risk and a point of pride to where them in the open where they could be more easily attacked. To shatter a jewel shatters someone's soul. They may survive it but be unable to connect to magic in the way they used it. Their magic may not form the same way it did before.

When Sebastian came back from the dead his magic changed and was volatile. His soul was scarred and splintering from exhaustion and time. Natalia's illness weaknened her own soul Jewel, dulling the effects of it as her illness took over.

The 200 years both of them slept helped repair the damage done to their magic and Jewels. But many Daglan don't have the luxury.

Rigelus's jewel nearly shattered seeing Apollion rip his sister's heart out at 13. It happened more and more as the war dragged on and he had to cross lines he never thought he would. While he slowly healed, Bryce asking for her memories to be locked away was a two fold solution.

It stopped herself from overriding her Jewel/soul and Burning Up. And it more importantly kept Rigelus from shattering completely which she knew would happen if he had lost her that night too.

As a balance for the immense Primal powers the Daglan weild their minds and souls are fragile and must be protected lest they shatter.

Below the jewel ranks are ordered in least powerful to most within each life stage and overall.

Baby:

White

Child:

Pink

Adolescent:

Yellow

Orange

Red

Green

Brown

Adult:

Blue

Purple

Gray

Black

@luxmaeastra

@starlsssankt

[luxmaeastra]

Creon recoiled from his mother.

"Ma she was family too -"

"She isn't."

Hypaxia turned from Creon, looking at the baby. Creon's grip tightened on the doorway of the nursery. He exhaled, he should keep his mouth shut. His parents were grieving but he knew his brother. Orion was devoted to her, as devoted as Shahar had always been to him.

This - they didn't deserve this.

"No. He has to know, he has to allowed to have a say in all of this."

Hypaxia shot Creon a look.

"No. He doesn't. She doesn't deserve -"

"Mama you're acting exactly like your family did with Papa! Orion deserves a say in what happens to his mate and child! I won't stand with this, I refuse to. I refuse to -"

"What are you saying? Are you leaving?"

He ignored the break in her voice at the end of that question. Creon squared his shoulders and crossed his arms.

"Yes. I will forfeit my claim to Terresan, let Ulla or Nehemiah have it. I will not stand here and allow this continue without telling Orion. You disgust me -"

//For Azriel haha//

“Enough.” Azriel stepped into the room. The words that left his son’s mouth disgusted him more than anything anyone had said, for only because the words he said was clearly meant to hurt his mother. The others who had spoke out against her actions were not trying to hurt Hypaxia, most had tried to be supportive and help her through the pain and grief as a mother.

When had this shift happened? When had their own children turned against them? Azriel moved towards Hypaxia, his eyes lingered upon the child before he rested his hand upon her lower back. Firm, solid, supporting. He needed her to stay strong, he needed her not to lose herself in that moment.

Dark eyes soon turned to Creon. “You think acting this way will help anything? You think you’re the only one who is making demands, suggestions, or more? At least the others have the care enough to understand your mother hurts…”

He didn’t fully agree with Hypaxia’s choice, but through his own pain he understood why she felt the way she did. Why she had made the choices she did. “Apologize to your mother.”

[jakeflavin]

I just finished Empire of Storms, the 5th book in the Throne of Glass series. With only two books left, now is a good time for me to vomit all of my theories on how it’s gonna end.

1. With the silent assassin finally making an appearance at the very end of this book, all of the peeps from the assassins blade stories have come back into play…. EXCEPT the healer that was traveling to the southern continent. Oh wait, who was it that got hurt one book ago and was headed to the southern continent to find a healer? Thats right. My man Choal. My money is that Choal meets the healer and they team up. Idk how they team up yet. Cause Choals gf is the one that is escorting him to the souther continent and a new love interest would be awk-ward af.

2. And while I’m talking about healers, healing magic happened a lot this book and I know that is important. We learned this book that healing magic can cure or pull out poison. And Maas also loves to describe the valg that take over human bodies as a poison or a sickness that festers. I’m 60% sure a powerful healer (aka healer from the assassins blade) can expel a valg demon without killing its host. But why is there a need to expel a valg demon from a host??? Unless…

3. Someone we love is going to become a host to a valg demon. Idk who yet. Definitely not Dorian. My best guesses are Aedion or Choal.

4. Speaking of Valg… wtf is Maeve’s plan with the valg. Shes not dumb, she knows they will eventually come for her… there’s gotta be more there! She’s old as f*ck so she’s gotta have some beef or a back story with them. And she had the Wyrdkeys before Brannon stole them… was she the one that let the valg king in!?!?!? Did her and her sisters come out of the Wyrdgate?!?!? Does she want her own valg army!?!?

5. Aedions and his dad bond and start to form a solid relationship… then his dad dies in some cool sacrificial hero way… and my heart will heart.

6. I am 80% sure Elide is going to die. Love her, but she’s totes gonna die saving Aelin just like her mom (there is too much foreshadowing for this not to happen). And if she doesn’t die then she is going to almost die saving Aelin but Lorcan takes her place at the last second.

7. This one is out there… but neither Dorian or Aelin is going to die to make the lock. Dorian has a little brother that we are not emotionally attached too. He’s got havilliard blood too and can forge the lock just as well as Dorian could. So he could be the sacrifice and I’d still get to keep the characters I’m emotionally attached to. Regardless… where the f*ck is his brother and will we see him at all? Why mention that he has an evil brother if we aren’t going to see him at all in the 7 books.

8. They will converge at Terresan… and Aelins dog and Lysandas adopted daughter girl is in Terresan. The only spoiler ive gotten is that the dog loves throughout the entire story. But I really reallly want her to do something epic.

[kissofthemuses]

Evalin

FULL NAME: Evalin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

SPECIES: fae

TITLE: Princess of Terresan

FANDOM: Throne of Glass

            PHYSICAL

FACECLAIM: Imogen Waterhouse

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 15

BIRTHDATE: July 17

HAIR: blonde

EYES: turquoise

HEIGHT: 5'6"

ORIENTATION: bisexual

           RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

FATHER: Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius

GRANDFATHER: Rhoe Galathynius (deceased)

GRANDMOTHER: Evalin Galathynius (deceased)

         PERSONALITY

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS: Dorian Havilliard, Aedion Ashryver, Lysandra, Manon, Elide, Chaol Westfall, Yrene Towers

MBTI: ESFP-A “The Entertainer”

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ENNEAGRAM: 7

          OTHER

POWERS: Enhanced hearing, enchanced speed, enhanced healing, immortality, hydromancy, lightning magic

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[starlsssankt]

//I feel like you'll love this one!!! Fourth Wing first year things?? I'm so excited to finally explore their friendship!!//

The sat on the wall drinking, Azriel watching Aleksander out of the corner of his eye. He was looking to the stars, smiling again. He'd begun to recognize that smile after all these years, it was the smile that told him he was thinking about Anastasiya.

"Did she say something about stars?"

He nearly said her name but he knew he didn't need to. Aleksander blinked at him, as if his mind was light years away. That smile was back though quickly enough. He looked back at the stars, and his smile widened.

"She told me we must have been carved from the same star to find each other so quickly. To know we were it to each other so young."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't know why it irked him. He thought Anastasiya would take Aleksander form him when this whole thing started. But Aleksander was still here, he just seemed happier - lighter. He even liked her, she was kind, loyal and always happy to lend a hand.

What was that like?

Should he want that?

Was it really better than one-night stands and week long flings? He understood with his parents, there had been a war and very a real possibility they'd die. That type of urgency pushed everything forward at a speed that made sense.

But there was no war, no real war beyond Doranelle slowly falling apart.

But that didn't effect them right?

"Hypaxia told me you and Annie haven't done anything but kiss. Which, maybe Annie was embarrassed to admit what you've actually done but -"

"It's true. She isn't ready to go all the way and I -"

Aleksander shrugged, taking a swing of his drink.

"I'm happy to have what I have with her. I'm sure - no I know the moment that doors opens she'll consume all my thoughts."

Azriel resisted the urge to say she already was. That she had taken residence in his head since they were five and kissed his cheek.

Azriel hummed and looked to the sky again. Is this what couples did? Did Xaden and Violet do this on slow nights out in the Outposts, stare up the sky? Did Zimri and Arbela stand on their porch on the hill and look at the nightsky when little Niya was finally asleep?

Did his parents do this when the world slowed down at night?

If so, why? What did anyone gain at seeing something static but pretty? The stars couldn't help him protect his family. It didn't hold the answers to how to keep them safe from the ravages of war.

It didn't spell out the secrets to never feel that pain again.

Or how to feel deeper than he already did.

Did he even want to feel that deeply again? He hadn't been right since Terresan fell. As if some vital peice of him has been killed in that mass grave.

He exhaled, and looked back to him.

"How do you know she's it if you haven't - I know it's all not about sex. But come on Aleksander how do - isn't it agonizing?"

A great part of him was absolutely lost in thought, deep in his head as he felt... good. Really good. Aleksander took a swig of his drink, his attention on the twinkling stars in the night-black sky. He couldn't remember the last time his heart, his very soul, had felt so free, so light.

The smile on his face came naturally, it wasn't remotely forced, as thoughts dwelt in Aleksander's mind of Anastasiya, of the way his heart beat a little faster and his soul felt a little lighter whenever he spent time with her. It was like the stories their parents used to tell...

He knew, absolutely knew beyond all doubt, that she was his. Because how could he be hers if she wasn't?

As he turned back to face his twin, the smile remained and even a little chuckle left him. He shrugged. ❝ I don't know... I don't know how to explain it. I tried asking Xaden what it felt like, but he couldn't either, but... I just know it's her. It has to be-- ❞

She makes sense, she makes me whole, she completes my very soul, the thoughts ran rampant through his head as Aleksander turned his attention back to the stars above.

❝ We have our entire lives to be together. I don't want to rush her, to make it too... I want her to be ready. To want it as much as I do. ❞

@siderealxmelody

[thedeathwitchescats]

Something I find insanely amusing is that aelin ran from herself and her power for ten years but the second she delves into it her and her family become the rulers of the fucking world. Like aelin rules terresan, her bestie/soul mate Dorian rules Aderlan, Nesryn becomes the fucking empress of the southern kingdom ((in like a week, so fuck yea nes love her sm)) Manon is off ruling all the witches, Ansle is doing her thing, Elide, Lorcan, Aedion, Lysandra and Fenrys are all in her court- Like, yall, Aelin delved into her power and she took over the world

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[espritdivise]

“  i  died  that  day.  ” for rowan

the princess bride sentence starters // ACCEPTING

IT was unclear just how many stories he had heard in his years of the same grief. The loss of Terresan and the peace that came with it for fae and humans alike mirrored each other in pain and loss. Though he had felt their pain and understood, he had never felt as deeply as he hate for Alina. His bias towards her pain was the least of his worries as he listened deeply. Orynth had been her home, her future, her safety, and now all that remained was an empty cartographer shop, with dust and blood covering the floor. She remained seated on her knees in front of him, face down and eyes red with tears. He had lost her over half an hour ago, and had only managed to track her sent throughout the small village. She had described the store before, but all that was left was not nearly as beautiful as she had pieced together. The store's roof was turning inward, a hole right in the middle had begun to expose the rest of the building to the elements. He was kicking himself for leaving her alone for even a moment, let alone losing her in an unknown territory, but there would be time for that later. He moves slowly towards her, foot by foot, letting her adjust to his presence, before he finds himself kneeling in front of her. His hand pushes the tip of her chin so she can look him in the eye.

"You survived Alina," He brushed one of her tears with his thumb. "It shall never be in vain, and they will never be lost to you."

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[gccdstories]

"I don't know what you want from me Violet!"

"I want you to let me in! I want to know about what you're doing Xaden! Not just the personal shit -"

"That's more me than what I do for my family."

He ignored how his heart twisted at her statement, she didn't mean it like she said right? He didn't let people in, he didn't do the feelings shit. Didn't that count for something?

Violet exhaled, and rubbed at her face.

"It isn't enough. Knowing about Terresan and your family isn't enough Xaden. I want to know everything about you. I -"

"And if I can't give you that? If I can't bear my soul to you like that what then?"

She stiffened, taking a step back.

"Then - then we can't do this."

------

He didn't want to go on some reconnaissance mission with Catriona, he didn't want to be around fucking people at all.

But his father insisted they needed it and that it would be good for him.

It had been a year since he and Catriona had truly been alone together. She was still mostly the same, more focused now. But then they were working, not in one of Doranelle's hot springs.

She turned away, her cheeks inflamed probably from the heat he told himself.

"Stop starting at me like that."

"Like what?"

Why was he playing this game? She huffed, glancing at him and back at the fire.

"Like you want to kiss me."

"And if I did? That never bothered you before."

She sighed, and looked to the night sky shrugging.

"What if I want more? I've never seen Syrena happier you know?"

She looked at him and leaned back, her hands in the dirt.

"Maybe there was once a time I'd chase you but I want something real. I want something true -"

"What if I can be that?"

She smiled sadly, touching his cheek.

"You're just saying that Xande. Wait a week and -"

//👀//

He hadn't taken the "break" well. It had felt like his very being was ripped in two, and yet, a part of him was angry too. Why couldn't she just accept him, as he was? He'd told her more than he'd told anyone else before; he'd let her in more than anyone outside of his blood--

And still, she sought more.

Perhaps a part of him wanted to give that to her, but-- It wasn't that easy, he'd argued with himself. To let every inch of his defenses fall away--

No.

So perhaps Catriona wasn't the best partner on this whole thing, for where his thoughts tended to dwell at the moment. They'd always been good together, at least physically. Maybe that was all he needed--

Even if he knew it was far from it.

A part of him wanted more. Wanted to let someone else in past all those barriers, all those defenses. But on his own terms--not being told he had to do so...

❝ And--what? What do you think will happen in a week, Cat? ❞

@siderealxmelody

[shadows-snakes]

Sam watching Crown of midnight from the after realm and finding out that Celaena was actually a lie this entire time.

Sam - My whole life was a lie

[siderealxmelody]

I just realized I may never have introduced Eosphoros!! After the horror that was Cassandra and Etele's reigns of terror (for Daglan, Valg and Fae). Eosphoros was a Daglan who grew up in the shadow of these horror stories. She vowed to take Etele down and take her throne, she vowed to make a kingdom where everyone would prosper.

She sought alliances and friendships with Hypaxia and Anastasiya to help bring that to fruition. The idea with all three of them no one would stand in their way (because they were allied with one of the three in some fashion).

Her idea was to find the Wyrdkeys that Seb and Nat had scattered in their war (because they were too powerful to be used) and bring Etele and her empire down.

She proposed each one of them take a throne. Dornelle, Terresan and Wendlyn would not fall again. They would be unified and bring about a new Golden Age for All.

Fun fact, her magic is formed as a whip of lava.

Warrior and Gentry versions of Etele.

@luxmaeastra

@starlsssankt

[luxmaeastra]

He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be the person to decide these things. But Natalia could go into labor any hour - she couldn't come. Even if she desperately wanted to, even if she wanted this closure as much as he did.

He supposed as her mate, as the Heir to Terresan, and High King of Prythian in Exile - he had a say in all this.

Fucking Daglan and their protocols. He looked from where Keir knelt bound. His children held back by gaurds, forced to watch. They'd stopped crying, begging for their father back. Would his children be next? Would this be the justice come to them when all those he used to get here got their revenge?

He dragged his eyes to Helion, he looked half crazed. The light around wasn't like Noelle's even at her worst it didn't feel like the ground was melting - like a star was being dragged toward them.

"Do you understand now? If Keir hadn't done what he did that day none of this would have happened Sebastian! My sisters were taken by Valg, her parents were killed."

He stepped closer, the heat, the gravitation pull nearly made his knees buckle. Maybe it was the latent Daglan blood in his body that kept him upright. His grandmother had bowed to no one. Mala had been a child of Deia herself, her flame ran down his bloodline. Algelika weilded that better than he did, like she breathed but he knew how to access that magic too. His lightning sparked, unfurling around his feet.

"Helion -"

"DONT YOU WANT REVENGE?! DONT YIU WANT HIM TO PAY FOR DESTROYING YOUR FAMILY LIKE HE DID OURS?!"

He exhaled, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair. This madness it didn't start with Cassandra. Perhaps it is the last curse of the Reshaye, all that power but unable to mentally handle it.

It would be something it would do.

"We are on the same side Sebastian."

Sebastian looked back to Keir, to Mora the knife at her throat. She didn't beg, she didn't cry or weep. She only held his gaze, daring him to walk.

What was the legacy he wanted to leave his children? He'd promised Natalia he'd come back, that he'd live instead of die for her.

But he didn't see a way out of this, he didn't -

All this rage, this revenge. Yes, yes that's what he'd wanted. That's all he wanted then he'd held his boys.

It was cliche, but he wanted to make the world better for him. He wanted to do good, he wanted them to remember for the lives he saved and not the blood on his hands.

He turned and walked away, Helion's laughter echoing on the wind. He found Etele easy enough, but then she wasn't hiding. She looked young as she whirled to stare at him.

Her light blazed around her, but he was faster, moving behind her as he slit her throat. The Changeling poison seeping into her veins. He stepped back as she collapsed, as he felt the ground rock from the fallout. He mentally tightened the bond. He knelt before her, gripping her throat.

"Keir may have started this but your family continued this agony."

He turned from her, hearing the second heartbeat in the air. He held out a small vial of the antidote.

"Enough for one of you. Hope you're able to tell him that."

It would be enough for the baby inside but if they choose her, well then they didn't deserve the fucking legacy.

Sebastian looked down at Keir, the sky churning with dark clouds. He undid the bounds, dragging him to his feet. Helion was gone, the soldiers had fled. The children safe hiding behind their mother.

"Sebastian -"

"I did this for my children, for the peace of mind I need to wash my hands of is entire chapter."

He turned to Keir, letting that brokenness finally be seen.

"We trusted you. We loved you Keir like a brother. How could you think to do this -"

"It was never aimed at your families. I just wanted Night to fall for -"

"Save it. Don't contact me again."

------

"How is she? Did she go into labor yet? Are the -"

"She's fine Sebastian, Noelle is with her as is Angelika and -"

Sebastian bit back a snarl as Cyrus touched his wrist.

"Sebastian what did you do?"

"I ended a fucking war. Now get out of my way before I electrocute you."

Cyrus blinked, stepping back, he strode into the house. She was fine, of course happily chatting. Sebastian couldn't stop the rising violence in him. He set his sword down, thankful the twins were in court - Khione and Boreas were prissy but as Boreas was a Daglan and Khione a Changeling - it was safer for them to be there.

"Get out."

Noelle snapped her head to him, she huffed.

"No. You're covered in blood but -"

//basixally Seb is about to loose control and just burn up his magic if he doesn't hr some kind of anchor or Centr soon?//

Discord and chaos, standing at the borders of day they could smell it within the air, they could taste it upon the wind. A small delegation gathered upon the border, not daring to enter despite the news they had received. Why would they? Even if it was their family, even if it was their blood. Thesan’s hand gripped her sister’s tightly, the newly crowned High Lady of Dawn stood tall as they could only see the chaos from a far.

“Keir told us not to get involved,” Endymion spoke up. “This goes back before the your sister returned to us Thesan.” The fall of Night, it had been the period of which Sarai and Thesan had been separated. After Spring had fallen each sister had been split up: Thesan had returned to Dawn while Sarai had been dragged to Night. There had been no warning about what was to happen, no whispers about the fall which would come.

His attention was fixed upon his mate’s twin, whose power swelled before dispersing with each moment. Her mating had been granted by her sister, a ceremony in Dawn. A place in Dawn, Sarai could have any role she desired but she had chosen the quieter life. A life along side the wolf, with Viren who was proving himself to be an ally and family member.

“Keir and his family will survive this, but our brother may not,” Sarai spoke up finally. “Helion is lead by his heart, he loves fully and hurts easily. When he is hurt he makes wrong decisions.”

Thesan looked back to Endymion - she didn’t need to say anything.

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Natalia looked from what she was working on, her attention drawn to Sebastian after he strode in the house. The scent of blood was thick, a wave of nausea flared up as she rose her hand up to cover her mouth. Even this late in her pregnancy, even with her labour impending.

A look of confusion crossed her face, the sudden actions and temper. She rose from where she was, ignoring the twinges. She reached out to touch her sister’s arm, assuring her she did not need to abide by his demand.

“She stays,” she countered as she moved forward. “For you are in no fit state to attend to me, and you return to me like this.” Her eyes narrowed.

“What have you done?”