The King's Rejected — The Dowberry Departure

choose you seven years I took the blades meant for him I used my own blood to make medicine for his leg 90 days straight miss Alina you can't keep doing this your body will give out if it heals kale I don't care if I die I ate roots with kale slept in frozen caves stood by him through seven

brutal years and now for Windsor he ripped the spirit blood from my heart with his own hands. What? Hale did this.

I'll skin him alive. Don't. Seven years of devotion couldn't warm a block of ice.

I'm done. Grandfather, just send me to the north. I'm never coming back.

All right. In seven days, I'll prepare the finest Dowberry. You'll leave with all the honor you deserve.