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it.” Shame sluiced through him. “I’m sorry,”
he repeated.
A Crown Prince who had not served his
kingdom or his people, not really. Gavin had
been right.
Kaltain’s edges shimmered. “I was not
wholly blameless, you know.”
“What happened to you in Morath is in no
way your fault.”
“No, it wasn’t,” she agreed, a shadow
passing over her face. “But I made choices of
my own in going to Rifthold last autumn, in
pursuing my ambition for you—your crown. I
regret some of them.”
His gaze slid to her bare forearm, to the
scar that lingered even in death. “You saved
my friends,” he said, and knelt before her.
“You gave up everything to save them, and
get the Wyrdkey away from Erawan.” He
would do the same, if he could survive