rowanfirelove: She took his hand, and he tried not to shudder in relief, tried not to fall to his kn
rowanfirelove: She took his hand, and he tried not to shudder in relief, tried not to fall to his knees as she slid the ruby ring onto his finger. It fit him perfectly, the ring no doubt forged for the king lying in this barrow. Silently, Rowan grasped her own hand and eased on the emerald ring. “To whatever end,” he whispered. Silver lined her eyes. “To whatever end.” A reminder - and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they’d sworn on that ship. Excerpt belongs to Sarah J Maas (Kingdom of Ash). @worldofsarahjmaas -- source link