Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Do you have any idea what it is like? To go from that”—he waved a hand toward her, her body, her legs, her spine—“to this?”

Poor Chaol... He is broken, has lost his sense of self and everything he has worked toward becoming. This trauma must be so hard for him to accept and cope with. His demeanor until how has been cooled agony and anger, self pity, frustration. He's finally letting out some of those emotions.

You did this you did this you did this

He blames himself for the sins of his King.

How many times had he seen such a greeting in Adarlan? Taken it for granted?

These are the thoughts and feelings that are making him a better man for the future

Sartaq said to her, clear and steady, “I heard the spies’ stories of you. The fearless Balruhni woman in Adarlan’s empire. Neith’s Arrow. And I knew …” Nesryn sobbed, tugging and tugging. Sartaq smiled at her—gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen. “I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.” A hiss behind him, a rising bulk of shining black— Then the prince was gone. Ripped from her hands. As if he had never been.

NO! I do not accept this as Sartaq's fate!!

He did not regret. He did not look back. Not with Yrene in his arms, at his side. Not with the note she carried, that bit of proof … that bit of proof that he was exactly where he was meant to be. That he had always been headed there. Here.