I realized, I never reblogged last week!
Annalise decides to spare Brayton, and she gets really super queen-ly.
I’d never seen anything like when we rode into the city this morning. Annalise was on her white mare, dressed again in her uniform. She was also wearing the traditional silver circlet of the heir to the throne. She looked taller.
“Once she’s crowned,” Athena said to me, “the silver is yours.” I looked at her. “You’re her heir.”
“No,” I shook my head, frowning, “that can’t be right.”
“Brightcoast supersedes the other provenences,” she shrugged, “it always has, and with you being her cousin. It’s a logical choice.” I nodded. “We have work to do, you and I. We’re ladies in waiting now.”
“I know,” I said, “I think I’ll be very good at that part. Helping her pick out her clothes and brush her hair, and reading aloud.”
“I’ll be abysmal,” Athena sighed. “Tristan gets to be Captain Dugarry of Her Majesty’s personal guard. I will be the…
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