Chapter Eighty-Four.
Eliza’s footsteps echoed around the stone walls of the ice palace as she made her way into the great hall, Fitz by her side, his hand in hers, their fingers interlaced, rather than the traditional way of resting a hand on an arm. Standing at the top of the corridor was Meradith, Aiden and Elder Carson, all three of them with beaming smiles upon their faces. Meradith breaks out into a tiny run toward her daughter, before skidding to a halt, and remembering that she is the queen now, even before the official coronation, and drops a curtsy.
“I know that my parents need to do that, but it feels weird and embarrassing,” Eliza linked with Fitz.
“I understand. Honestly, you do kind of get used to it, my angel. However, it is a relief when you are along with those closest
