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shoulders. His pine-green eyes were wide.
“You.”
Aelin blinked. “There are others from
Mab’s line. Galan, or Aedion—”
“The throne passes through the maternal
line—to a female only. Or it should have,”
Rowan said. “You’re the sole female with a
direct, undiluted claim to Mab’s bloodline.”
“And your household, Rowan,” Gavriel
said. “Someone in your household would have
a claim on Mora’s half of the throne.”
“Sellene. It would go to her.” Even as a
prince, Rowan’s own heritage connecting him
to Mora’s bloodline had thinned to the point
of being in name only. Aelin was more closely
related to Elide, probably to Chaol, too, than
she was to Rowan, despite their distant
ancestry.
“Well, Sellene can have it,” Aelin said,
wiping her hands of dust that was not there.