A Throne From the Ashes (An Heir Comes to Rise, #3)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“And may I add”—Tauria’s voice sounded, and Nik’s eyes slid to her as she rose—“if you are to speak of me while I am present, you extend the courtesy of speaking to me?”

Entitled men - not just fae

No—not a wall. It was warm, safe. Reylan.

Stawppp

Laughing…because it was a bright light in the darkness that had begun to descend.

“Shouldn’t we have the right to defend our honor, not just our bodies?”

Preach

Words can only cut if you listen. They can only scar if you believe.”

“Gods, if you could stop enjoying the rant of your own voice for two minutes to let me explain!”

All she could do was show him she agreed; she was happy to have found him.

This interaction is everything

“Don’t be afraid of the past that has made you stronger.”

“Accepting help is not a weakness,

“I’m not trying to seduce you.” She didn’t have to try.

“There’s no shame in finding out what brings you pleasure. Just as there’s no shame if you find those books aren’t to your particular taste.”

“I didn’t want to, and I tried…I tried to resist what I thought I felt for you.”

Finally this was addressed!

“If you’re done gawking, the weapons could also use some of your admiration so we can get going sometime this morning.” He smirked.

“But sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Watch the world burn and then rise from the ashes.”

While they were dull, cold, and perhaps already dead, Zaiana imagined the faint amber to have once been an envious gold.

AHHHHHHHHHH

“And let me tell you…this dresser will not hold.”

I choose you, Faythe. I will always choose you. And I will always hope, as selfish as it may be, that you will choose me too.”

What she first noticed was that it had been tied there on purpose, not merely a snag of clothing.

Must be Reuben

“Then it’s a shame you won’t bear witness,” Faythe said calmly, “when I sit upon a throne from the ashes.”

“You brought me back,” she whispered. “You always bring me back.” Reylan shook his head. “No, Faythe.” Both his palms held her face. “You brought me back.”

“I was going to say I love you…” She took a short pause. Pain swelled in her chest, stealing her breath. “But it’s not enough. Not for what I feel for you.”

“And I will spend the rest of my days showing you when words fail that you are everything. In this life or the next, I will always find you.”

She wasn’t an heir to anything; she wasn’t fated to kingdoms or Spirits; all she was in that moment…was his.

“There is no place you will be able to hide. No distance you can run. I will find you. And when I do, death is not what you will fear from me, though it is what you will beg for.”

“I’m dead!” “You are transitioning.”

Watch her fuck shit up as a fae

“The Great General of Rhyenelle, the one they call the White Lion of the South, and the one who will be remembered in history within stories of battles and reign for millennia…is your soul-bonded mate, Faythe Ashfyre.”

We all knew it