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The ceremony raising Siuan to Amyrlin was intricate and exhausting, but she’s wide awake now. Moiraine’s gentle touch bestows a different honor, a different ascension.
“Siuan Sanche,” Moiraine intones grandly, kissing her neck.
“The Watcher of the Seals.” A kiss to Siuan’s sternum. The words, and touch, have the weight of ritual.
“The Flame of Tar Valon.” Sinking to her knees, she kisses Siuan’s stomach.
“The Amyrlin…” Pausing for dramatic effect, she positions herself between Siuan’s legs with a wink. “Seat.”
Siuan smiles.
“Attend you all,” Moiraine whispers against Siuan’s cunt. “She comes.”
Siuan’s laugh quickly becomes a breathy moan.