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Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …
Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
“Take it off.”
They had taken her scars.
“Two months, three days, and seven hours.”
Aelin met Rowan’s stare one last time. Saw the words there. Come back to me.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid. I will not be afraid. I will not be afraid.
His Fireheart had lied.
She passed through a world where a great city had been built along the curve of a river, the buildings impossibly tall and glimmering with lights.
She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.
“I came back,”
Wide-eyed, the three Fae warriors blinked. “That’s where Aelin is,” was all Fenrys said.
Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid.
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. “I am a god.” She unleashed herself upon them.
I, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, swear upon my immortal soul to guard, to nurture, and to honor Terrasen from this day until my very last.
