Lysandra gaped at her. “You are out of your mind.” “Will you accept?” “I don’t know the first thing about ruling a territory—about being a lady.” “Well, I don’t know the first thing about ruling a kingdom. We’ll learn together.” She flashed her a conspirator’s grin. “So?” Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin’s face— and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes. Aelin grimaced at the dull throb of pain, but held on. “Welcome to the court, Lady.”
