Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too.”

His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he’d felled, and waited for his last breaths.

But he still said, The king I wish to be is the opposite of what you are. He gave Maeve a smile. And there is only one witch who will be my queen.

But Aedion kept his attention fixed on Lysandra. “Please. I am begging you. I am begging you, Lysandra, to go.” Her chin lifted. “You are not asking our other allies to run.” “Because I am not in love with our other allies.” For a heartbeat, she blinked at him.

And as Chaol Westfall dismounted and ran the last few feet toward Dorian, the King of Adarlan wept.