Kingdom of Ash

do you make of your new home?”
“A little small, but we’ll manage.”
Aelin nudged him with an elbow, and
jerked her chin to the nearby western tower.
Where the north tower was tall, the western
tower was wide. Grand. Near its upper levels,
hanging over the perilous drop, a walled stone
garden glowed in the sunlight. The king’s
garden.
Queen’s, she supposed.
There had been nothing left but a tangle of
thorns and snow. Yet she still remembered it,
when it had belonged to Orlon. The roses and
drooping latticework of wisteria, the fountains
that had streamed right over the edge of the
garden and into the open air below, the apple
tree with blossoms like clumps of snow in the
spring.
“I never realized how convenient it would
be for Fleetfoot,” she said of the secret,