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And there is only one witch who will be my queen.
DORIAN AND MANON 4L
Aedion ruffled her hair once more and walked to the door, pausing on the threshold. He met Lysandra’s stare, her eyes emerald-bright. “I lost my family ten years ago. Tomorrow I will fight for the new one I’ve made.” Not only for Terrasen and its court and people. But also for the two ladies in this room. I wanted it to be you in the end.
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Even with the wind, the battle, Manon still heard Petrah as the Blueblood Heir said to her, “A better world.”
“Live, Manon.”
Cried so hard thought I wanna gonna be sick
Still Aelin remained there for a moment longer, just beyond the gates to her city. Her home. Still she pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the heart thundering beneath, feeling the dust of every road she had traveled these ten years to return here. For this moment. For this purpose. So she whispered it to herself, one last time. The story. Her story. Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …
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