Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

The dream shifted again, and Chaol was pinned beneath her as she writhed above him, her head still thrown back, that same expression of ecstasy written across her blood-splattered face. Enemy. Lover. Queen.

And then came the words she had been dreading for ten years. “Hello, Aelin Galathynius.”

“You want me to train only so I can make a spectacle of my talents?” Maeve ran a moon-white finger down the owl’s head. “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”

And she could bring down the king as Celaena Sardothien, thank you very much.