Isla

“Prince Rowan Whitethorn, of Doranelle. Former commander to Queen Maeve, and a member of her royal household.” Yrene could have sworn the blood drained wholly from Arghun’s face. “Aelin Galathynius is to wed Rowan Whitethorn?” From the way the prince said the name … he’d indeed heard of this Rowan. Chaol had mentioned Rowan more than once in passing—Rowan, who had managed to heal much of the damage in his spine. A Fae Prince. And Aelin’s beloved. Chaol shrugged. “They are carranam, and he swore the blood oath to her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn

“Fireheart, why do you cry?"
"Because I am lost. And do not know the way”
― Sarah J. Maas

“That flicker he could have sworn he felt in answer, like the fluttering heart of an ember. Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“You make me want to live, Rowan.

He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms