Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

She had not told Chaol. That she’d seen his toes move last night. She’d seen them curl and flex in his sleep. She had cried, silent tears of joy sliding onto the pillow. She hadn’t told him. And when he’d awoken … Let’s have an adventure, Nesryn Faliq, he’d promised her in Rifthold. She had cried then, too. But perhaps … perhaps neither of them had seen. The path ahead. The forks in it. She could see down one path clearly. Honor and loyalty, still unbroken. Even if it stifled him. Stifled her. And she … she did not want to be a consolation prize. Be pitied or a distraction. But this other path, the fork that had appeared, branching away across grasslands and jungles and rivers and mountains … This path toward answers that might help them, might mean nothing, might change the course of this war, all carried on a ruk’s golden wings … She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much. And owed it to Chaol as well.