Standing before the throne and Owain's body, Ashlynn did her best to ignore the conversation taking place behind her while she focused on the task at hand. There would be a time to talk to Jocelynn about everything that had happened, and that time wasn't far off, but right now, she couldn't afford to be distracted.
The power of the Blood Acorn pulsed in her hands. It was a seething, living thing, steeped in pain, fury, and a deep desire to see the end of the Lothian line. The power within the acorn had been drawn from across an entire forest, and if Ashlynn fed that power into destruction, she was certain that she could tear down the whole of Lothian Manor.
