from battle.
At his side, Aedion shifted on his feet,
Lorcan and Fenrys looking straight ahead.
All of them washed and brushed and
wearing clothes that made them look ...
princely.
Rowan didn’t care. His green jacket,
threaded with silver, was the least practical
thing he’d ever donned. At his side, at least,
he bore his sword, Goldryn hanging from his
other hip.
Thankfully, Lorcan looked as
uncomfortable as he did, clad in black. If you
wore anything else, Aelin had tutted to
Lorcan, the world would turn on its head. So
burial-black it is.
Lorcan had rolled his eyes. But Rowan had
glimpsed Elide’s face when he’d spotted her
and Lysandra in the hall off the throne room
moments before. Had seen the love and desire
lily
(lily)
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