“You are not owed anything,” Rua said, drawing Renwick’s gaze. “The world has moved on without you.” “You speak with such confidence for someone so young,” Balorn said. “You will make the perfect Queen by my side, Ruadora. You belong with me.” Renwick let out a low growl. “I belong to no one.” Rua met Renwick’s stare, her words from that moment in his tent flooding her mind. I can’t care about you.
