Darrow shook his head. “Why?”
Not about her magic being whittled to
nothing. But why she had gone to face them,
with little more than embers in her veins.
“Terrasen is my home,” Aelin said. It was
the only answer in her heart.
Darrow smiled—just a bit. “So it is.” He
bowed his head. Then his body. “Welcome,”
he said, then added as he rose, “Your
Majesty.”
But Aelin looked to Evangeline, the girl
still beaming.
Win me back my kingdom, Evangeline.
Her order to the girl, all those months ago.
And she didn’t know how Evangeline had
done it. How she had changed this old lord
before them. Yet there was Darrow, gesturing
to the gates, to the castle behind him.
Evangeline winked at Aelin, as if in
confirmation.
lily
(lily)
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