Mother-In-Law

>>Aelin

It wasn't until I closed the book and stared into the quiet hum of the dark room that I remembered something.

Draegon's mother.

She was no longer locked away in that cursed tower. After all these years, she was finally free.

And I—her daughter-in-law, however newly crowned—hadn't gone to see her.

The realization struck me with a soft pang of guilt, blooming deep in my chest. How many days and nights had I seen that tower? Of the woman who'd been imprisoned long before I ever arrived in this realm, her name never spoken. The tower treated like it had been abandoned.

She was out.

I stood quickly, pushing the heavy blanket from my lap. The chill of the obsidian floor bit into my bare feet as I crossed the room and opened the door.