Not with fear. But in wonder.
A hand rising to her mouth, Aelin scanned
the broad sweep of the world.
The mountain wind brushed away her tears,
carrying with it a song, ancient and lovely.
From the very heart of Oakwald. The very
heart of the earth.
Rowan twined his fingers in hers and
whispered, awe in every word, “For you,
Fireheart. All of it is for you.”
Aelin wept then. Wept in joy that lit her
heart, brighter than any magic could ever be.
For across every mountain, spread beneath
the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the
entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was
blooming.
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