garland of ribbons atop her braided black hair.
Every step limped, and Rowan knew it was
because she had asked Lorcan not to brace her
foot. She’d wanted to make this walk down
the long aisle on her own two feet.
Poised and graceful, the Lady of Perranth
kept her shoulders thrown back as she
clutched the bouquet of holly before her and
walked to the dais. Lady of Perranth—and one
of Aelin’s handmaidens. For today.
For Aelin’s coronation.
Elide was halfway down the aisle when
Lysandra appeared, clad in green velvet.
People murmured. Not just at the remarkable
beauty, but what she was.
The shape-shifter who had defended their
kingdom. Had helped take down Erawan.
Lysandra’s chin remained high as she
glided down the aisle, and Aedion’s own head
lifted at the sight of her. The Lady of
lily
(lily)
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