So Aelin asked casually, flashing the royals a grin, “Where did you all plan on going after this?” Princess Hasar, as shrewd as Aelin’s mate, returned her smile—a razor-sharp thing of little beauty. “Doubtless, you’re about to begin some scheme to convince us to go to Terrasen.” The room tensed, but Aelin snorted. “Begin? Who says I’m not already in the thick of it?” “Gods help us,” Chaol muttered. Rowan echoed the sentiment.
