Like stalks of wheat in a wind, the others fell to their knees as well.
For in all of her preening ceremonies and rituals, never had Ianthe revealed any sign of power or blessing. But Feyre Cursebreaker, who had led Prythian from tyranny and darkness…
Blessed. Holy. Undimming before evil.
I let my glow spread until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form.
A knight before his queen.
When I looked to Ianthe and smiled again, I let a bit of the wolf show.
I must say, I really like that paintery style! This was originally a practice study, but I always like to turn it into something, rather than copying a picture completely.
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