A soul I protected, he said, a sharp edge to his voice. When you were a child and the Physicians came to your uncle’s door, who pulled you to shelter? When the High Prince stalked you like a deer through the wood, who protected you? When the Destrier came for your throat, who fell him to the ground? King Rowan has held you at the end of a noose from the moment the infection touched your blood, Elspeth Spindle. The only reason your neck did not snap was because I was there, holding you up by your legs. Tears of fury filled my eyes. If I had died, so, too, would you have, Nightmare. Don’t for a
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