Kingdom of Ash

For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.

“I love you both,” she whispered. “And no matter what may happen, no matter how far we may be, that will never change.”

“We’re a long way from Innish,” Yrene whispered.

“But lost no longer,” Aelin whispered back, voice breaking as they embraced.

“You could just marry each other,” Yrene said, and Dorian whipped his head to her, incredulous.

A new world.

A better world.

All the women who had fought by her side, or from afar. Who had bled and sacrificed and never given up hope that this day might come.

In silence, the two queens stared toward the decimated field. Toward the future beyond it.

that with Maeve outed as an imposter, half of her wealth goes to you … and the other to the Whitethorns?”

“We’re putting a rug over it,” Aelin told him.

Lysandra laughed. “Something tacky, I hope.”

“I’m thinking pink and purple. Embroidered with flowers. Just what Erawan would have loved.”

So they would know, so Asterin would know, in the realm where she and her hunter and child walked hand in hand, that they had made it.

That they were going home.