Rowan had told Enda about Aelin. He had told his cousin about the woman he loved, the queen whose heart burned with wildfire. He had told Enda about Erawan, and the threat of the keys, and Maeve’s own desire for them. And then he had gotten on his knees and begged his cousin to help. To not open fire on Terrasen’s armada. But on Maeve’s. To not squander this one chance at peace. At halting the darkness before it consumed them all, both from Morath and Maeve. To fight not for the queen who had enslaved him, but the one who had saved him.
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