“But she ignored it, leaning her brow against the cool glass of the window. She let the starlight gently brush her head, her face, her neck. Imagined it running its shimmering fingers down her cheek, as her mother had done for her and her alone. My Nesta. Elain shall wed for love and beauty, but you, my cunning little queen... You shall wed for conquest.” MemoriesSarah J MaasNesta ArcheronNestaA Court Of Silver FlamesQueenStarlightElain ArcheronElainWed Book:A Court of Silver Flames Source: A Court of Silver Flames