herself.
And though the Lady of Light was forever
gone, Aelin could have sworn she felt a warm
hand on her shoulder as Darrow held up the
crown to the sun.
Could have sworn she felt them all
standing there with her, those whom she had
loved with her heart of wildfire. Whose
stories were again inked upon her skin.
And as the crown came down, as she
braced her head, her neck, her heart, Aelin let
her power shine. For those who had not made
it, for those who had fought, for the world
watching.
Darrow set the crown upon her head, its
weight heavier than she’d thought.
Aelin closed her eyes, letting that weight,
that burden and gift, settle into her.
“Rise,” Darrow said, “Aelin Ashryver
Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen.”
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