Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

Aelin would likely have laughed to see him now. The man who had stumbled out of her room after she’d declared that her cycle had arrived. Now sitting in this fine room, mostly naked and not giving a shit about it.

Chaol felt, perhaps for the first time, as if he was awake. And he was grateful, right down to his very bones, for it.