“Say it, Aelin.”
Not daring to let her hands shake in front of Maeve or Rowan’s stunned friends, she took his dagger and held it over her exposed wrist.
“Do you promise to serve in my court, Rowan Whitethorn, from now until the day you die?” She did not know the right words or the Old Language, but a blood oath wasn’t about pretty phases.
“I do. Until my last breath, and the world beyond. To whatever end.”
―
Sarah J. Maas,
Heir of Fire