Caraverre.
Then came Evangeline, green ribbons in
her red-gold hair, beaming, those scars
stretched wide in utter joy. The young Lady of
Arran. Darrow’s ward. Who had somehow
melted the lord’s heart enough for him to
convince the other lords to agree to this.
To Aelin’s right to the throne.
They had delivered the documents two
days ago. Signed by all of them.
Elide took up a spot on the right side of the
throne. Then Lysandra. Then Evangeline.
Rowan’s heart began thundering as
everyone gazed down the now-empty aisle. As
the music rose and rose, the Song of Terrasen
ringing out.
And when the music hit its peak, when the
world exploded with sound, regal and
unbending, she appeared.
Rowan’s knees buckled as everyone rose to
lily
(lily)
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