Kingdom of Ash

doors to the chamber. Where Asterin and
Sorrel should have been waiting. Defending.
Instead, Petrah and Bronwen stood there.
Not as her new Second and Third, but just
representatives from their own factions.
“Let’s say we make the arrows last for four
days,” Ansel of Briarcliff said, frowning
deeply. “And make the firelances last for
three, if used conservatively. Once they’re
out, what remains?”
“The catapults still work,” provided one of
the silver-haired Fae royals. The female one.
“They’re for inflicting damage far out on
the field, though,” said Prince Galan, who,
like Aedion, bore Aelin’s eyes. “Not close
fighting.”
“Then we have our swords,” Aedion said
hoarsely. “Our courage.”
The latter, Manon knew, was running low,
too.