He returned with Dorian in tow, the king glancing between them all. “I wanted to see if you’d eaten – ” Aelin pointed with her fork to the empty seat beside Lysandra. “Join us.” “I don’t want to impose.” “Sit your ass down,” she told the new King of Adarlan. That morning he’d signed a decree freeing all the conquered kingdoms from Adarlan’s rule. She’d watched him do it, Aedion holding her hand tightly throughout, and wished that Nehemia had been there to see it.