Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …

It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.

You do not yield. Then she was gone, like dew under the morning sun. But the words lingered. Blossomed within Aelin, bright as a kindled ember. You do not yield.

And behind them, Aelin continued as well. So Rowan followed her, as he would follow her until his last breath, and beyond it.

But he’d work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.

Before them all, riding on the Lord of the North, was Aelin.

He had never seen anyone so beautiful. Aelin gazed down the long aisle. As if weighing every step she would take to the dais. To her throne. The entire world seemed to pause with her, lingering on that threshold. Shining brighter than the snow outside, Aelin lifted her chin and began her final walk home.

For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.