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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.
Then the ancient witch knelt in the snow. “What was stolen has been restored; what was lost has come home again. I hail thee, Manon Crochan, Queen of Witches.”
sobbing again
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
The king I wish to be is the opposite of what you are. He gave Maeve a smile. And there is only one witch who will be my queen.
FUCKING PERIOODDDD
Ashes rose, fluttering, soft as snow as they clung to the tears on her face.
