Dawn was not too far off when a warm body slid beside his.
It had been an effort for Manon to draw her face toward Ansel. To meet her heavy stare. She blinked once, the only confirmation she could bother to make.Ansel reached for Manons slice of bread, pulling off a chunk and eating it. We can share it, you know. The Wastes. If you break that curse.
Down the long table, some of the witches tensed, but did not look toward them.Ansel went on, Ill honor the old borders of the Witch Kingdom, but keep the rest. The queen rose, taking Manons bread with her. Just something to consider, should the opportunity arise. Then she was gone, swaggering off to her own cluster of remaining soldiers.Manon hadnt stared after her, but the words, the offer, had lingered.
To share the land, reclaim what theyd had but not the entirety of the Wastes … Bring our people home, Manon.The words had not stopped echoing in her ears.
You could stay off the battlefield today, too, Petrah Blueblood now said, a hand on her mounts flank. Use the day to help the others. And rest.
Manon stared at her.Chaol gaped at his wife.
Yrene shrugged. And be a strong alliance for our two kingdoms.Dorian knew his face was red when he turned to Manon, apologies and denials on his lips.
But Manon smirked at Yrene, her silver-white hair lifting in the breeze, as if reaching for the united people who would soon soar westward. That smirk softened as she mounted Abraxos and gathered up the reins. Well see, was all Manon Blackbeak, High Queen of the Crochans and Ironteeth, said before she and her wyvern leaped into the skies.Chaol and Yrene began bickering, laughing as they did, but Dorian strode to the edge of the aerie. Watched that white-haired rider and the wyvern with silver wings become distant as they sailed toward the horizon.