Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Rowan grinned. “There you are.”

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”

I will follow you to whatever end.”

But his brows narrowed slightly. “To whatever end?” She nodded.

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”

“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.”

I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.

“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”