Kingdom of Ash

And Yrene,” said Kashin, his use of their
language as flawless as his siblings’.
Indeed, Aelin had much to thank the healer
for.
Nesryn’s sharp eyes scanned Aelin from
head to toe. “You’re feeling all right?”
“Just needed to rest.” Aelin jerked her chin
at Rowan. “He requires frequent naps in his
old age.”
Sartaq coughed, keeping his head down as
he continued studying the map.
Fenrys, however, laughed. “Back to your
good spirits, I see.”
Aelin smirked at Chaol’s straight-backed
father. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”
The man said nothing.
Rowan motioned to the desk and asked the
royals, “Have you decided—where you shall
march now?”
Such a casual, calm question. As if the fate