Would it kill Aylan to muster some cheer? Pretend, at least, to enjoy the holiday he’d spent weeks planning? He was such a killjoy. Everyone else was celebrating, Løfes and Courtiers alike. It would do the idiot good. A break from the constant stress. He’d go mad ruling a kingdom at sixteen.
Excerpt from Chant and Crown. Copyright © 2014 by Jordan McMakin
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