Kingdom of Ash
Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder. “We will face them together. Maeve and Erawan.”
“And the hundred thousand soldiers marching on Orynth?”
“Together, Fireheart,” was all he said.
She found only centuries of training and cool calculation within his face. That unbreakable will.
She rested her head against his shoulder, her temple digging into the light armor. “Will we make it? Will there be anything left at all?”
He brushed the hair from her face. “We will try. That is the best we can do.” The words of a commander who had walked on and off killing fields for centuries.
He joined their hands, and together they gazed at the army below. The shred of salvation it offered.
Had she been a fool, to expend those three hard-won months of descent into her power on that army, rather than Maeve? Maeve and Erawan? Even if she began now, it wouldn’t, could never, be the same.
“Don’t burden yourself with the what-ifs,” Rowan said, reading the words on her face.
I don’t know what to do, she said silently.
He kissed the top of her head. Together.
And as the wind howled through the peaks, Aelin realized that her mate, perhaps, did not have a solution, either.
CHAPTER 81
“One hundred thousand,” Ren breathed, warming his hands before the roaring fire in the Great Hall. They had lost two of the Silent Assassins to Morath archers seeking retaliation for the destruction of the witch towers, but no more than that, mercifully.
Still, the evening meal had been somber. No one had really eaten, not when darkness had fallen and the enemy campfires ignited. More than they could count.
Aedion had lingered here after everyone else had trudged to their own beds. Only Ren had remained, Lysandra escorting a still-trembling Evangeline up to their chamber. What the morning would bring, only the gods knew.
Perhaps the gods had abandoned them again, now that their only way to return home had been locked up in an iron box. Or focused their efforts entirely on Dorian Havilliard.
Ren heaved out a long breath. “This is it, isn’t it. There’s no one left to come to our aid.”
“It won’t be a pretty end,” Aedion admitted, leaning against the mantel. “Especially once they get that third tower operational again.”
They wouldn’t have another chance to surprise Morath now.
He jerked his chin at the young lord. “You should get some rest.”
“And you?”
Aedion just stared into the flame.
“It would have been an honor,” Ren said. “To serve in this court. With you.”
Aedion shut his eyes, swallowing hard. “It would have been an honor indeed.”
Ren clapped him on the shoulder. Then his departing footsteps scuffed through the hall.
Aedion remained alone in the guttering firelight for another few minutes before he made his way toward bed and whatever sleep he might find.
He’d nearly reached the entrance to the eastern tower when he spied her.
Lysandra halted, a cup of what seemed to be steaming milk in her hands. “For Evangeline,” she said. “She can’t sleep.”
The girl had been shaking all day. Had looked like she’d vomit right at the table.
Aedion only asked, “Can I speak to her?”
Lysandra opened her mouth as if she’d say no, and he was willing to let it drop, but she inclined her head.
They walked in silence the entire way to the north tower, then up and up and up. To Rose’s old room. Ren must have seen to it once again. The door was cracked open, golden light spilling onto the landing.
“I brought you some milk,” Lysandra announced, barely winded from the climb. “And some company,” she added to the girl as Aedion stepped into the cozy room. Despite the years of neglect, Rose’s chamber in the royal castle remained unharmed—one of the few rooms to claim such a thing.
Evangeline’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and Aedion offered the girl a smile before he perched on the side of her bed. She took the milk that Lysandra offered as the shifter sat on the other edge of the mattress, and sipped once, hands white-knuckled around the cup.
“Before my first battle,” Aedion said to the girl, “I spent the entire night in the privy.”
Evangeline squeaked, “You?”
Aedion smirked. “Oh yes. Quinn, the old Captain of the Guard, said it was a wonder I had anything left inside me by the time dawn broke.” An old ache filled Aedion’s chest at the mention of his mentor and friend, the man he’d admired so greatly. Who had made his final stand, as Aedion would, on the plain beyond this city.
Evangeline let out a little laugh. “That’s disgusting.”
“It certainly was,” Aedion said, and could have sworn Lysandra was smiling a bit. “So you’re already much braver than I ever was.”
“I threw up earlier,” Evangeline whispered.
Aedion said in a conspiratorial whisper, “Better than shitting your pants, sweetheart.”
Evangeline let out a belly laugh that made her clutch the cup to keep from spilling.
Aedion grinned, and ruffled her red-gold hair. “The battle won’t be pretty,” he said as Evangeline sipped her milk. “And you will likely throw up again. But just remember that this fear of yours? It means you have something worth fighting for—something you care so greatly for that losing it is the worst thing you can imagine.” He pointed to the frost-covered windows. “Those bastards out there on the plain? They have none of that.” He laid his hand on hers and squeezed gently. “They have nothing to fight for. And while we might not have their numbers, we do have something worth defending. And because of that, we can overcome our fear. We can fight against them, to the very end. For our friends, for our family …” He squeezed her hand again at that. “For those we love …” He dared to look up at Lysandra, whose green eyes were lined with silver. “For those we love, we can rise above that fear. Remember that tomorrow. Even if you throw up, even if you spend the whole night in the privy. Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.”
Evangeline nodded. “I will.”
Aedion ruffled her hair once more and walked to the door, pausing on the threshold. He met Lysandra’s stare, her eyes emerald-bright. “I lost my family ten years ago. Tomorrow I will fight for the new one I’ve made.”
Not only for Terrasen and its court and people. But also for the two ladies in this room.
I wanted it to be you in the end.
He almost spoke her words then. Almost said them back to Lysandra as something like sorrow and longing entered her face.
But Aedion ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Lysandra barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the expression on Aedion’s face, heard his words.
He didn’t expect to survive this battle. Didn’t expect any of them to.
She should have gone after him. Run down the tower stairs after him.
And yet she didn’t.
Dawn broke, a bright day with it. So they might see the size of the host waiting for them all the more clearly.
Lysandra braided Evangeline’s hair, the girl more straight-backed than she’d been yesterday. She could thank Aedion for that. For the words that had allowed the girl to sleep last night.