Terrasen itself. The same prayers she’d once
sung and chanted while he’d tattooed her.
Rowan’s clear, deep voice filling the room,
Aelin looped her arm through Aedion’s, and
let him lean on her as they walked back to the
Great Hall. “Darrow called me ‘Your
Majesty,’ ” she said after a minute.
Aedion slid his red-rimmed eyes to her.
But a spark lit them—just a bit. “Should we
be worried?”
Aelin’s mouth curved. “I thought the same
damn thing.”
So many witches. There were so many
witches, Ironteeth and Crochan, in the halls of
the castle.
Elide scanned their faces as she worked
with the healers in the Great Hall. A dark lord
and dark queen defeated—yet the wounded
remained. And since she had strength left in