Reyne had though about it. She had been constantly thinking on the way here, what she would do and say when she saw Roland again.
Should she angrily interrogate him on why he hadd fooled her like a little girl, hiding such important information from her? Or, should she cry about how much she missed him, like a nagging wife?
But, neither of those seemed to fit her current style, nor was Reyne capable of acting like a spoiled little girl anymore.
Seven years had passed already. As the Queen of Mist, Reyne had experienced countless difficulties and troubles, both internally and externally. Some troubles were on the battlefield, while others were diplomatic. Some troubles could be resolved using military force, while others were such that Reyne could only helplessly lower her head. As the actual ruler of the Northlands if not in name, Reyne had experienced far more than Roland back at this age.
