"What would you decide?" Darrow's question was quiet, tentative. She considered it. No one had ever asked her such a thing. "I should have very much liked to live at Caraverre," Evangeline admitted. She knew he did not recognize it, but it didn't matter now, did it? "Murtaugh showed me the land--the rivers and mountains right nearby, the forests and hills." An ache throbbed in her chest. "I saw the gardens by the house, and I would have liked to have seen them in spring." Her throat tightened. "I would have liked for that to have been my home. For this ... for all of Terrasen to have been my home." Darrow said nothing, and Evangeline set a hand on the castle stones, gazing to the west now, as if she could see all the way to Allsbrook and the small territory in its shadow. To Caraverre. "That's what Terrasen has always meant to me, you know," Evangeline went on, speaking more to herself. "As soon as Aelin freed Lysandra, and offered to let us join her court, Terrasen has always meant home. A place where ... where the sort of people who hurt us don't get to live. Where anyone, regardless of who they are and where they came from and what their rank is can dwell in peace. Where we can have a garden in the spring, and swim in the rivers in the summer. I've never had such a thing before. A home, I mean. And I would have liked for Caraverre, for Terrasen, to have been mine." She chewed on her lip. "So I would choose to fight. Until the very end. For my home, new as it is. I choose to fight." --