“Which one do you like?” Renwick asked, making her hands still. It did not matter which one she liked. Rua was certain his councilors would have opinions. She supposed he was asking because she was royalty like him. What would she pick if she chose a crest for herself? “This one,” she said at last, pointing to the one with a sword piercing down through a crown with a smattering of stars behind it. “It shows strength and isn’t too cluttered.” “I like that one too,” Renwick said, stepping closer to her.
