“Being in the same squad doesn’t change the fact that it’s still my crown,” she blurts. “Let’s feed her to Sgaeyl,” Rhiannon whispers as we pause. I look at Cat over my shoulder. “Did you know that Tyrrendor hasn’t had a crown in more than six hundred years? Turns out they melted them all down to forge the unification crown, so good luck with that.” “It’s going to be fun making your life as miserable as you’ve made mine.” Oh, fuck civility.
