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

by Sarah J. Maas

His father snapped, “You fail to wake me when the Queen of Terrasen arrives at my castle?” “It wasn’t a priority.” Chaol halted before the door that opened into the small chamber that had been vacated for the queen and knocked. A grunt was the only confirmation before Yrene’s husband shouldered open the door enough to poke his head inside. “My father,” Chaol said to whoever was inside, presumably the queen, “would like to see you.” Silence, then the rustling of clothes and steps. Yrene kept back as Aelin Galathynius appeared, her face and hands clean, but clothes still dirty. At her side stood that towering, silver-haired Fae warrior—Rowan Whitethorn. Whom the royals had spoken of with such fear and respect months ago. In the room, Lady Elide sat against the far wall, a tray of food beside her, and the giant white wolf lay sprawled on the ground, monitoring with half-lidded eyes. A shock to see the shift, to realize these Fae might be powerful and ancient, but they still had one foot in the forest. The queen, it seemed, preferred the form as well, her delicately pointed ears half-hidden by her unbound hair. Behind her, there was no sign of the golden-haired, melancholy warrior, Gavriel, or the utterly terrifying Lorcan. Thank Silba for that, at least. Aelin left the door open, though their two court members remained seated. Bored, almost. “Well, now,” was all the queen said as she stepped into the hall. Chaol’s father looked over the warrior-prince at her side. Then he tur...