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It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
“Yrene is the finest healer of her generation,” Chaol said with deadly quiet. “Her worth is greater than any crown.” And in this war, it might very well be.
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
“But we’ll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it. We’ll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer.”
strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible.”
afraid. You don’t know how to ask me to stay, because you’re afraid of admitting to yourself that you want it. You’re afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You’re afraid.”
“I told you that love was a weakness. It would be far easier if we all hated each other.”
Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid.
She made herself look. To face down that place of pain and despair. It would always leave a mark, a stain on her, but she would not let it define her.
This would not be the story. She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story.
All that the future might offer. It did not frighten him.
“This is life, Yrene. We never stop learning. Even at my age.”
He saw the promise in her eyes, in that hint of a smile. Both of them still grieving, still broken in places, but in this new world of theirs … perhaps they might heal. Together.
She would never stop being grateful for that. For the light, the life in Rowan’s eyes. The same light she knew shone in her own.
