Do you offer your life, your body, your soul
to the service of Terrasen?
She answered in the Old Language, as she
had also practiced with Rowan last night until
her tongue turned leaden. I offer all that I am
and all that I have to Terrasen.
Then speak your vows.
Aelin’s heart raced, and she knew Rowan
could hear it, but she bowed her head and said,
I, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius,
swear upon my immortal soul to guard, to
nurture, and to honor Terrasen from this day
until my very last.
Then so it shall be, Darrow responded, and
reached out a hand.
Not to her, but to Evangeline, who stepped
forward with a green velvet pillow.
The crown atop it.
Adarlan had destroyed her antler throne.
Had melted her crown.
lily
(lily)
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