their feet.
Clad in flowing, gauzy green and silver,
her golden hair unbound, Aelin paused on the
threshold of the throne room.
He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
Aelin gazed down the long aisle. As if
weighing every step she would take to the
dais.
To her throne.
The entire world seemed to pause with her,
lingering on that threshold.
Shining brighter than the snow outside,
Aelin lifted her chin and began her final walk
home.
Every step, every path she had taken, had led
here.
The faces of her friends, her allies, blurred
as she passed by.
To the throne that waited. To the crown