Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

But during that year at the White Pig Inn, she’d learned to listen. Learned to read a room, to sense when the air had shifted. Men could unleash storms, too.

those initial months after her mother’s passing. Wondered if the days also bled together for the Grand Empress, if food was ash on her tongue and sleep was both craved and elusive.

He felt the kiss—the love in it—even as a ghost at the gate.