She considered it. No one had ever asked
her such a thing.
“I should have very much liked to live at
Caraverre,” Evangeline admitted. She knew he
did not recognize it, but it didn’t matter now,
did it? “Murtaugh showed me the land—the
rivers and mountains right nearby, the forests
and hills.” An ache throbbed in her chest. “I
saw the gardens by the house, and I would
have liked to have seen them in spring.” Her
throat tightened. “I would have liked for that
to have been my home. For this ... for all of
Terrasen to have been my home.”
Darrow said nothing, and Evangeline set a
hand on the castle stones, gazing to the west
now, as if she could see all the way to
Allsbrook and the small territory in its
shadow. To Caraverre.
“That’s what Terrasen has always meant to
me, you know,” Evangeline went on, speaking
lily
(lily)
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