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Atop his snowy head sat no crown. For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.
“Don’t you waste one heartbeat being afraid of a coward who hunts women in the darkness,” Chaol snapped at her.
Aelin frightens everyone.” He snorted. “But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.”
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
