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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 …
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.
Her Second, her cousin, her friend, smiled, eyes bright as stars. “Live, Manon.” Manon blinked. Asterin smiled wider, kissed Manon’s brow, and whispered again, “Live.”
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. “I am a god.” She unleashed herself upon them.
“To whatever end, Fireheart.”

