Kingdom of Ash

ceremony.”
“Then lunch,” Fenrys muttered, sighing.
Aelin suppressed her smile, and took the
two steps to the throne.
She halted again as she turned to sit.
Halted at the small figures who poked their
heads around the throne room doors. A small
gasp escaped her, enough that everyone turned
to look.
“The Little Folk,” people murmured, some
backing away as small figures darted through
the shadows down the aisle, wings rustling
and scales gleaming.
One of them approached the dais, and with
spindly greenish hands, laid their offering at
her feet.
A second crown. Mab’s crown.
Taken from her saddlebags—wherever they
had wound up after the battle. With them, it
seemed. As if they would not let it be lost