Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

have that night. I don’t care where, or who is around.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and said onto her rain-slick skin, “You are my Fireheart.”

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”

Holy gods, when she’d looked at him, he’d almost fallen to his knees. Queen, and lover, and friend—and more. He hadn’t cared that they had an audience. He had needed to touch her, to reassure himself that she was all right, to feel the woman who could do such great and terrible things and still look at him with that beckoning, vibrant life in her eyes. You make me want to live, Rowan. He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.

Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn

Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.