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Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …
She would never let go of it—the rage. Even when she sank into that burning sea within her, even when she sang to the darkness and flame, the rage guided her.
It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
You do not yield. Then she was gone, like dew under the morning sun. But the words lingered. Blossomed within Aelin, bright as a kindled ember. You do not yield.
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
Gods above, she was beautiful. He wondered when it would stop feeling like a betrayal to think so.
“That fact will always remain. It’s how you make it count now that matters.”
She’d rebuild it—what she had been. Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she’d do it. If only for Terrasen.
“The threads of fate weave together in strange ways,”
This would be it—today. Whether that hope remained or fractured.
He would not cage her, would not accept what she’d given. As if he knew her better than she knew herself.
