Kingdom of Ash

She’d been asked to inspect the queen
when she’d been carried in to a private
chamber by Prince Rowan, the two of them
borne off the plain by Nesryn. Yrene hadn’t
been able to stop her hands from shaking as
she’d hovered them over Aelin’s unconscious
body.
There had been no sign of harm beyond a
few already-healing cuts and slices from the
battle itself. Nothing at all beyond a sleeping,
tired woman.
Who held the might of a god within her
veins.
Yrene had then inspected Prince Rowan,
who looked in far worse shape, a sizable gash
snaking down his thigh. But he’d waved her
off, claiming he’d come too near a burnout,
and just needed to rest as well.
So Yrene had left them, only to tend to
another.