Kingdom of Ash

dawn. What drove her to slip from under the
arm that Rowan had draped over her while
they slept. Her mate remained asleep,
exhausted as she was—exhausted as they all
were, every single evening.
Exhausted, both of them, and their court,
but happy. Elide and Lorcan—now Lord
Lorcan Lochan, to Aelin’s eternal amusement
—had gone back to Perranth only a week ago
to begin the rebuilding there, now that the
healers had finished their work on the last of
the Valg-possessed. They would return in
three weeks, though. Along with all the other
lords who had journeyed to their estates once
winter had lightened its grasp. Everyone
would converge on Orynth, then. For Aedion
and Lysandra’s wedding.
A Prince of Wendlyn no longer, but a true
Lord of Terrasen.
Aelin smiled at the thought as she slipped