A crown of stars. For the last Crochan Queen. Panting, rasping breaths neared, and Aedion glanced away from Manon Blackbeak to see Darrow hurry onto the city walls, gaping at the witch and her wyvern, at Aedion for not firing at her—her, whom Darrow believed to be an enemy come to parley before their slaughter. “We will not surrender,” Darrow spat.
KOA - Darrow knows nothing
