Ancient enemies of this city. “And?”
“They do. But at a cost.”
“One that shall not be paid,” the Lord of
Anielle snapped.
“Let me guess: territory,” Aelin said.
Chaol nodded. Hence the tension in this
room.
She tapped a foot as she surveyed the Lord
of Anielle. “And you won’t give one sliver of
land to them?”
He just glared.
“Apparently not,” Fenrys muttered.
Aelin shrugged, and turned to Chaol.
“Well, it’s settled, then.”
“What is settled?” his father ground out.
Aelin ignored him, and winked at her
friend. “You’re the Hand to the King of
Adarlan. You outrank him. You’re authorized
to act on Dorian’s behalf.” She gestured to the
map. “The land might be a part of Anielle, but
lily
(lily)
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