59. CoronationThree days had passed since Erin had learnt of her father’s death. Slowly the grief was fading to a dull ache, though every day it seemed that some little thing would catch her off guard and hot tears would stream down her face once more. She spent most of her time in a small room in the castle, watching events from an upper window. This should have been her victory, but she felt none of it.
She was vaguely aware of the Eagle Riders and their assistants scouring the castle for any residual twisted magic. Occasionally she heard bangs or felt a strange ripple in the air. Once she saw a flash of white light through the cracks in the door. Below, the Torelians spent their energies on fixing up the gates, clearing the battleground and setting up camp in and amongst the ruined bui
