Kingdom of Ash

scholars or leaders might want to come here.
To help us.” He shrugged. “I could do it.
Travel there, if you wish.”
She knew he meant it—to travel as their
emissary. Perhaps to work through all he’d
seen and endured. To make peace with the
loss of his brother. With himself. She had a
feeling the scars down his face would only
fade when he willed it.
But Aelin nodded. And while she’d gladly
send Fenrys wherever he wished—“The
library?” she blurted.
Rowan only smiled. “And the Royal
Theater.”
“There was no theater—not like in
Rifthold.”
Rowan’s smile grew. “There will be.”
Aelin waved him off. “Need I remind you
that despite winning this war, we are no
longer flush with gold?”