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She didn’t tell the Healer on High that she wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she’d be a help—not yet. Hadn’t whispered a word of that doubt to anyone, even Chaol. Yrene’s hand drifted across her abdomen and lingered.
A different sort of shackle. It always had been.
It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
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.
“To whatever end.” A reminder—and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they’d sworn on that ship.
You’re afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You’re afraid.”
“To Lord Chaol! To the queen!” How far they both were from Rifthold. From the assassin and the captain.
Aelin awoke to the scent of pine and snow, and knew she was home.
“The females are the deadliest. But harder to contain within a host.”
I don’t know what to do, she said silently. He kissed the top of her head. Together.
She was done making herself appear nice for men whom she had no interest in being nice to.
Her chin lifted. “You are not asking our other allies to run.” “Because I am not in love with our other allies.”
“Because people always seem to demand that you be one thing or another.”
She passed through a world where a great city had been built along the curve of a river, the buildings impossibly tall and glimmering with lights.
She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.
Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid.
In silence, the two queens stared toward the decimated field. Toward the future beyond it.
Aelin ascended the three steps and knelt upon the top one. The only time in her reign that she would ever bow. The only thing she would ever kneel before. Her crown. Her throne. Her kingdom.
