Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“I was wondering,” Elide said to none of them in particular after a moment. “Since Maeve is an imposter, who would rule Doranelle if she was banished with all the other Valg?” “Or burned to a crisp,” Fenrys muttered. Aelin might have smiled grimly, but Elide’s question settled into her. Gavriel slowly set down the chicken. Rowan’s arm dropped from Aelin’s shoulders. His pine-green eyes were wide. “You.” Aelin blinked. “There are others from Mab’s line. Galan, or Aedion—” “The throne passes through the maternal line—to a female only. Or it should have,” Rowan said. “You’re the sole female with a direct, undiluted claim to Mab’s bloodline.” “And your household, Rowan,” Gavriel said. “Someone in your household would have a claim on Mora’s half of the throne.” “Sellene. It would go to her.” Even as a prince, Rowan’s own heritage connecting him to Mora’s bloodline had thinned to the point of being in name only. Aelin was more closely related to Elide, probably to Chaol, too, than she was to Rowan, despite their distant ancestry. “Well, Sellene can have it,” Aelin said, wiping her hands of dust that was not there. “Doranelle’s hers.” She wouldn’t set foot in that city again, Maeve or no. She wasn’t sure if that made her a coward. She didn’t dare reach for her magic’s comforting rumble. “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 wee...