Prince Rowan, however, said to the man, “You’ve defended and prepared your people admirably. We have no plans to take that from you.” “I don’t need the approval of Fae brutes,” the lord sneered. Aelin clapped Rowan on the shoulder. “Brute. I like that. Better than ‘buzzard,’ right?” Yrene had no idea what the queen was talking about, but she held in her laugh anyway. Aelin sketched a mocking bow to the Lord of Anielle. “On that lovely parting note, we’re going to finish up our dinners. Enjoy your evening, we’ll see you on the battlements tomorrow, and please do rot in hell.”
