Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“The Little Folk truly knew,” Fenrys mused, rubbing his jaw. “What you were.” They had always known her, the Little Folk. Had saved her life ten years ago, and saved their lives these past few weeks. They had known her, and left gifts for her. Tribute, she’d thought, to Brannon’s Heir. Not to … Gavriel murmured, “The Faerie Queen of the West.” Silence. Aelin blurted, “Is that an actual title?” “It is now,” Fenrys muttered. Aelin shot him a look. “With Sellene as the Fae Queen of the East,” Rowan mused. No one spoke for a good minute. Aelin sighed up at the ceiling. “What’s another fancy title, I suppose?” They didn’t answer, and Aelin tried not to let the weight of that title settle too heavily. All it implied. That she might not only look after the Little Folk on this continent, but with the cadre, begin a new homeland for any Fae who might wish to join them. For any of the Fae who had survived the slaughter in Terrasen ten years ago and might wish to return. A fool’s dream. One that she would likely not come to see. To create. “The Faerie Queen of the West,” Aelin said, tasting the words on her tongue. Wondering how long she’d get to call herself such. From the heavy quiet, she knew her companions were contemplating the same. And from the pain in Rowan’s eyes, the rage and determination, she knew he was already calculating if it might somehow spare her from the sacrificial altar. But that would come later. After tomorrow. If they survived.