Chaol and Yrene had made no progress today, but—it was fine. Nesryn reminded herself, again and again, that it was fine. These things took a while, even if Yrene … It was clear she had some personal reservations regarding Chaols heritage. His former role in the empire.
Everyone on the dais bowed, too. Then everyone in the throne room.But the Little Folk were already gone.
So she placed Mabs crown atop the one of gold and crystal and silver, the ancient crown settling perfectly behind it.And then finally, Aelin sat upon her throne.It weighed on her, nestled against her bones, that new burden. No longer an assassin. No longer a rogue princess.
And when Aelin lifted her head to survey the cheering crowd, when she smiled, Queen of Terrasen and the Faerie Queen of the West, she burned bright as a star.The ritual was not over. Not yet.
As the bells rang out over the city, declaring her coronation, the gathered city beyond cheered.
Aelin went to greet them.He prayed he went first. So he wouldnt witness it.
Morath drew close enough that Rens order to the archers rang out.Arrows flew, fading into the snows.
Morath sent an answering volley that blotted out the watery light.Aedion angled his shield, crouching low. Every impact reverberated through his bones.