Author note: This is a Ragwitch "deleted scene". As there is only Abhorsen stories here, I hope this provides some variety.
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"Sire, the Lady Anhyvar to see you," said a soldier, ducking into the crude tent, where King Mirran sat, sharpening a pile of swords and almost glaring at the maps. He looked up, eyes bright. "Send her in, please."
"Sire," she said briefly before they raised each other's hands and kissed them formally. King Mirran motioned for her to sit on the tiny cot pushed in the corner. She sat, hands clenched together.
"Why are you here? I thought you were with the healers," he asked.
"Mirran, you cannot believe what I have discovered," she almost cried, leaping up in agitation and completely ignoring his question, her long red hair nearly whipping him. She began pacing the confines of the tent, only getting a few steps in each direction before whirling around. "I have found there is magic uncontrolled by the Patchwork King," she said. Mirran froze, eyes tracking his future queen as she paced.
"What do you mean?" he asked, hardly daring to breathe.
"Exactly what I said. We can fight the creature of the North by summoning the Stone Knights. The Drowned Knights, the Angarling! They cannot be killed again, and the spell is not restricted by the Patchwork King. We can end this war!" This last was said with eager anticipation. She turned to face him, eyes glinting strangely.
King Mirran leaped to his feet as well. "Go. Go try to summon them," he said, low, and kissed her. "Go."
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