Kingdom of Ash

broken in places, but in this new world of
theirs ... perhaps they might heal. Together.
“You could just marry each other,” Yrene
said, and Dorian whipped his head to her,
incredulous. “It’d make it easier for you both,
so you don’t need to pretend.”
Chaol gaped at his wife.
Yrene shrugged. “And be a strong alliance
for our two kingdoms.”
Dorian knew his face was red when he
turned to Manon, apologies and denials on his
lips.
But Manon smirked at Yrene, her silver-
white hair lifting in the breeze, as if reaching
for the united people who would soon soar
westward. That smirk softened as she
mounted Abraxos and gathered up the reins.
“We’ll see,” was all Manon Blackbeak, High
Queen of the Crochans and Ironteeth, said
before she and her wyvern leaped into the