‘I stood before that throne, twenty-two years ago,’ she said, and all I heard was that number, the weight behind it. Twenty-two years. Just before you were born. ‘I know exactly what her magic is capable of. So trust me, by the time she’s able to devote a century or two to this city, by the time she no longer has any magical enemies to worry about … The walls will fall. Sooner or later, I promise you they will.’
