From the truth that Aelin might have glimpsed that day in Maeve’s throne room, the dark blood that had turned to red. She hadn’t told the others. Didn’t know if that moment had been real, or a trick of the light. If it had been another dreamscape, or some fragment that had blended into the very real memory of Connall’s death. She’d deal with it later, Aelin decided
So she remembers that!!
