Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Will it grow again?” “Only if you let it. Only if you do not fill it with better things. Only if you do not forgive.” He knew she didn’t just mean others. “But if you are kind to yourself, if you—if you love yourself …” Yrene’s mouth trembled. “If you love yourself as much as I love you …”

Life. He had life to savor, to fight for. And the breaking that had started and ended here … Yes, it belonged to him. He was allowed to break, so that this forging might begin. So that he might begin again.

And he owed it to himself.

“You still need to be careful. This newly healed, you could still injure yourself. Give your body time to rest—to let the healing set.”

Chaol Westfall took none of his steps for granted.

Gods help him when Hasar and Aedion met.

He’d known what he wanted, and so he’d gone to her chair, knelt down before it, and simply asked. Will you marry me, Yrene? Will you be my wife?

He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.

Every step. Every curve into darkness. Every moment of despair and rage and pain. It had led him to precisely where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.

A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.