Send out messengers. Send out Nox Owen.
Call for aid. Dispatch them to every direction,
to anyone they might find. Tell Nox and the
others to beg if they have to, but tell them to
say that Terrasen calls for aid.”
Only Aelin had the authority to do so, or
Darrow and his council, but Aedion didn’t
care.
Ren halted, and Aedion paused with him,
well aware of the soldiers within earshot. Of
the Fae hearing many possessed. Endymion
and Sellene already stood by the front line of
the left flank, their faces grave and weary. A
home—that was what they’d lost, what they
now fought to gain. If any should survive this.
What would his father make of his son,
fighting alongside his people at last?
“Will anyone come?” Ren asked, aware of
those listening ears, too. Aware of the grim
faces that remained with them, despite the
lily
(lily)
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