of the weight of your crown, your power, will
consume you. Embitter you until you do not
recognize your own self.” Her smile widened.
“I wish to spare you from that. With me, you
shall be free in a way you’ve never imagined,
Aelin. I swear it.”
An oath.
She had sworn an oath. To Terrasen. To
Nehemia. To Rowan.
Aelin closed her eyes, shutting out the
queen above her, the mask, the chains, the
iron box.
Not real.
This was not real.
Wasn’t it?
“I know you’re tired,” Maeve went on,
gently, coaxingly. “You gave and gave and
gave, and it was still not enough. It will never
be enough for them, will it?”
It wouldn’t. Nothing she had ever done, or
lily
(lily)
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