Darrow would place upon her head.
Each of her footfalls seemed to echo
through the earth. Aelin let some of her
embers stream by, bobbing in the wake of her
gown’s train as it flowed behind her.
Her hands shook, yet she clutched the
bouquet of evergreen tighter. Evergreen—for
the eternal sovereignty of Terrasen.
Each step toward that throne loomed and
yet beckoned.
Rowan stood to the right of the throne,
teeth bared in a fierce grin that even his
training could not contain.
And there was Aedion at the throne’s left.
Head high and tears running down his face,
the Sword of Orynth hanging at his side.
It was for him that she then smiled. For the
children they had been, for what they had lost.
What they now gained.
Aelin passed Dorian and Chaol, and threw
lily
(lily)
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