Time was a balm to all wounds, but that did not mean the wounds did not still hurt. Marion had come to accept the quiet sadness that lingered with Eris, though they knew he did not resent them. He could not resent them, even if in the end it had been their hand that felled his father. They both needed time to rest and there was little room for quiet. There had been little time for peace either. Surviving ashen-kin had surged outwards into the world and the Crownlands had fallen into ...