*thrones

Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife
Alone with Lorcan, Maeve said to the warrior, “You have done all this—for me?”
He did not move. Maeve said, “Speak.”
Lorcan loosed a shuddering breath and said, “Yes. Yes—it was all for you. All of it.”
Elide gripped the seagrass in fistfuls, and Manon half wondered if she’d grow iron nails and shred it apart at the fury in her face. The hate.
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Empire of Storms


The moment we all wanted to grow iron nails and scratch his face off.