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Atop his snowy head sat no crown. For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.
“There is a guest at the palace—a special guest of the khagan. I would ask you to treat him. Before you decide whether now is the right time to leave these shores, or if it is better to remain.”
“The day you walked into this room, so terribly thin and covered with the dust of a hundred roads … I had never sensed such a gift. I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, and I nearly gasped at the uncut power in you.”
Or perhaps she just hated men.
Same girl
He had known one other young woman who was gods-blessed. No wonder they both possessed such unbanked fire in their eyes.
So you may look at me with resentment, Yrene Towers, and I will not blame you for it. But believe me when I say that there is no one in Erilea who loathes me more than I do myself.”
“Lord Westfall is my father.” “Well, you’re a lord, too.” “Just Chaol.” “Lord Chaol.”
“She and Dorian both possess considerable magic. But I would say it is their intelligence that is the stronger weapon. Brute power is useless without it.”
Aelin would likely have laughed to see him now. The man who had stumbled out of her room after she’d declared that her cycle had arrived. Now sitting in this fine room, mostly naked and not giving a shit about it.
A body on a bed. A dagger poised above his heart. A head rolling on stone. A collar around a neck. A sword sinking to the bottom of the Avery.
He wished he’d been able to walk. So she could see him crawl toward her.
Here, in the heart of a foreign land … Here, with her, he was home.
“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said.
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
But Chaol was right. Whether he stood or limped or sat … it did not change him. Who he was. She had fallen in love with him well before he’d ever stood. She would love him no matter how he moved through the world.
but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
