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“Only you,” Cylvan insisted. “It’s only ever been you, Saffron. Even from the beginning—you never took advantage of my true name, except when I deserved it. You saw the good in me, first. You showed me forgiveness. You risked everything to protect both myself and your friends. You’re even kind to the forest pixies, and sprites that sleep in flowers, and probably even the dust motes in Danann House’s vents. You almost died—for the sole reason of keeping Taran off the throne, because you knew he wouldn’t allow the people you care about to live in peace…”
“Please, Saffron… be my king. Be my Harmonious King. Bring the new perspective Alfidel needs, so that everyone, everyone, may know how it feels to live in the Day… not just us who were born into it.”
“Your chores, from this moment forward—are to simply be as cunning and lovely as you are now. Can you do that?” “… You’re teasing me.” “I’m not.”
Luvon might be right alongside them; he also left me with quite a threat yesterday morning. Something about how, if you ever get hurt for my sake again, he’ll stuff me full of frostapples and tie me up to one of his trees in the dead of winter, until my eyes pop out and he can squeeze them into wine… Oh, should I have told someone about that…?”
IM CACKLING
“Tell me your name,” Saffron demanded, hating how the man smiled so smugly the moment he raised his voice. “My name is Ryder Kyteler, your highness.”
HUH
