"Ollie. Liam." Ashlynn turned to where the two young men stood beside Owain's body. The layers of his armor had been neatly piled against the foot of the dais, leaving him wearing nothing but his blood-stained arming jacket and trousers.
He looked smaller than he had before, and without his helm, there was no denying the ruin that Water's Edge had made of his once handsome face. Looking at him, Ashlynn didn't know quite how to feel… Triumphant? Relieved?
Tired. In the end, she felt too exhausted to carry her hatred for him any further. It would be years before she would truly walk out of his shadow… He'd done too much harm, left too many problems behind that she would have to resolve to be 'free' of him any time soon. But she could make a clean break with him now, and the rest would fade in time, she was certain of that.
"Bring him up," she told Liam and Ollie. "Set him on the throne."
