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Prince Rowan, however, said to the man,
“You’ve defended and prepared your people
admirably. We have no plans to take that from
you.”
“I don’t need the approval of Fae brutes,”
the lord sneered.
Aelin clapped Rowan on the shoulder.
“Brute. I like that. Better than ‘buzzard,’
right?”
Yrene had no idea what the queen was
talking about, but she held in her laugh
anyway.
Aelin sketched a mocking bow to the Lord
of Anielle. “On that lovely parting note, we’re
going to finish up our dinners. Enjoy your
evening, we’ll see you on the battlements
tomorrow, and please do rot in hell.”
Then Aelin was turning away, a hand
guiding her husband inside. But not before the
queen threw a grin over her shoulder to Yrene