Give me Nesta Archeron, Warrior Queen.
Give me Nesta Acheron so fucking pissed off at the world for making her Fae that she decides sheâs going to destroy Hybern and those mortal queen and goddamn Cauldron with her own two hands. Give me Nesta stopping at nothing until she is capable of destroying the whole world.
Give me Nesta Archeron training in an Illyrian war camp with the Illyrian females. Give me Nesta standing up the camp lords and getting herself and all the other females trained right now, not after chores. Give me Nesta knocked down over and over and always getting back up. Give me Nesta oh so slowly gaining the begrudging respect of the Illyrian warlords and the admiration of the Illyrian females.
Give me Nesta Archeron, the best in her unit, taking out all that rage on whoever dares oppose her. Give me Nesta with a sword in her hand and magic crackling in her blood and the deadly focus of a viper. Give me Nesta in Illyrian fighting leathers sparring with men twice her size and knocking them on their asses. Give me Nesta, unofficial commander of the womenâs fighting unit, both loved and feared by her comrades-in-arms.
Give me Nesta Archeron learning how to control her power from Mor. Give me Nesta going toe-to-toe with Amren and not backing down. Give me Nesta gaining something like respect from Amren for not flinching in the face of Amrenâs power. Give me Nesta learning from both of the most powerful Fae in the Night Court. Give me Nesta surprising them with how much she is capable of.
Give me Nesta Archeron shocking Cassian with how deadly sheâs become while he was recovering. Give me Nesta sparring with Cassian and nearly knocking his head off because dammit, he was not expecting her to be that strong. (He should have expected it. Archeron girls are made of diamonds and steel after all.) Give Nesta and Cassian training every day in the ring atop the House of Wind because he needs to recover his strength and she needs to refine some of her moves.
Give me Nesta Archeron shouting at Rhysand in the war room because that idea is idiotic and it would be much better if he did it her way. Give me Nestaâs jaw dropping when Rhys agrees with her and changes his strategy. Give me Nesta getting inviting to the next strategy meeting and Rhys valuing her opinion just as much as he would any of the others in his Inner Circle.
Give me Nesta Archeron taking command of the Illyrian women whose wings were clipped during Amaranthaâs reign. Give me Nesta training her girls to be weapons without wings and holy terrors on the battlefield. Give me Nesta refusing to lose even a single soldier and fighting like hell in order to keep her girls safe.
Give me Nesta Archeron, second-in-command of the Night Courtâs armies. Give me Nesta Archeron more comfortable in armor than in a gown. Give me Nesta Archeron, never seen without a blade on her hip and a sword down her spine. Please, someone give me Nesta Archeron, warrior queen.
I just finished A Court of Silver Flames and I am thrilled to pieces by how much that book fulfilled everything I asked Sarah Maas to give me back in 2016.


















