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had been to arrive here at spring’s end and see
him beside her aunt’s throne and simply
know. And in the months since, their courting
... Aelin indeed blushed at the thought of it.
What they’d done in that forest pool had been
the culmination of those months. And an
unleashing. The mating marks on her neck—
and on Rowan’s—proved it. She would not be
returning to Terrasen alone when autumn
arrived.
“No one is too old for faerie stories,” her
aunt said, faint smile growing. “And as you
are part faerie yourself, I would think you’d
have some interest in them.”
Aelin smiled back, bowing her head. “Fair
enough, Aunt.”
Aunt wasn’t entirely accurate, not with
generations and millennia separating them,
but it was the only thing the queen had
suggested Aelin call her.