“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.” ~ Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear “I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.” (x.x)
This. This is how you non-violently protest. Even thought they knew that they would be executed for it, they knew that they had to do it. Had to get their message across. Had to rebel against the king, even if they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, hurt people or become violent.
Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined. I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me. But if I saw her, I wouldn’t recognize her.
You have no court - you are defenseless, landless, and without allies. She might let you walk out of here today, but she could come after you tomorrow. She knows how powerful I am - how powerful we are together. It will make her hesitate.