Rowan only inclined his chin back to the
young man. And then inclined it toward his
cousins, Enda and Sellene, seated near the
aisle, the latter of whom had needed a good
few hours of sitting in silence when Rowan
had told her that she was now Queen of
Doranelle. The Fae Queen of the East.
His silver-haired cousin hadn’t dressed for
her new title today, though—like Enda, she
had opted for whatever clothing was the least
battle-worn.
Such changes would come to Doranelle—
ones Rowan knew he could not predict. The
Whitethorn family would rule, Mora’s line
restored to power at last, but it would remain
up to them, up to Sellene, how that reign
would shape itself. How the Fae would choose
to shape themselves without a dark queen
lording over them.
How many of those Fae would choose to
lily
(lily)
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