“You care about them—the spiders.”
“You will find, Your Majesty, that a loyal
friend is a rare thing indeed. They are not so
easy to sacrifice.”
“You offered up six of them to those
princesses.”
“And I shall remember that for as long as I
live,” Maeve said, and some kernel of
emotion indeed danced over her face. “They
went willingly. I tell myself that whenever I
look upon them now and see nothing of the
creatures I knew. They wished to help me.”
Her eyes met his. “Not all Valg are evil.”
“Erawan is.”
“Yes,” she said, and her eyes darkened.
“He and his brothers ... they are the worst of
our kind. Their rule was through fear and pain.
They delight in such things.”
“And you do not?”
Maeve twirled an inky strand around a
lily
(lily)
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