Aelin and Lysandra grousing about it at the
breakfast table just an hour ago.
The queen had danced, though—a sight
Nesryn would never forget, either.
The first dance had been Aelin’s to lead,
and she had selected her mate to join her.
Both queen and consort had changed for the
party, Aelin into a gown of black threaded
with gold, Rowan into black embroidered with
silver. And what a pair they had been, alone
on the dance floor.
The queen had seemed shocked—delighted
—as the Fae Prince had led her into a waltz
and had not faltered a step. So delighted that
she’d crowned them both with flames.
That had been the start of it.
The dance had been ... Nesryn had no
words for the swiftness and grace of their
dance. Their first as queen and consort. Their
movements had been a question and answer to
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