After Rhaegar had escorted Lorelai back to her chambers, he told her to get some rest. But sleep was the farthest thing from her mind. Sitting upright against the headboard, she pulled back the curtain to gaze out the window. The usual calming beauty of the autumn scenery had been replaced by ominous darkness and emptiness.
Restoring Erelith to its former glory would take time—perhaps a very long time. Althea's spells had been broken, yet the scars of her reign remained. They all needed a different kind of magic now, one that could truly set them free.
Though the suffocating veil of mind-controlling enchantments had been lifted from those around the royal family, a new kind of chaos had taken its place.
