Hasar

The sharper Hasar gets with someone, the safer they actually are. Her needling is a test — fail it and nothing happens; pass it and she's loyal for life.

Hasar is the third-born royal of the khaganate and commander of its armadas, from Throne of Glass — the sharp-tongued princess with a wolf's grin who spies on Chaol, needles everyone she loves, and holds the Southern Continent's entire navy in one hand. Loyal to the core, to anyone who survives the teeth.

At a glance

KIND: Human — third-born royal of the khaganate, eldest daughter
COMMANDS: The khaganate's armadas — an entire continent's navy
TEMPER: Wolflike — sharp-tongued, territorial, fiercely loyal
LOVES: Renia, her partner; Yrene Towers, her friend
SPENT THE BOOK: Spying on Chaol to locate Aelin Galathynius
TURNED BY: Duva's possession — Morath inside her own family
BROUGHT: The southern fleet north to fight for Terrasen
SAILS WITH: Her brothers Sartaq and Kashin, in Kingdom of Ash

Her people

Who she chose.

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Yrene Towers Healer of the Torre CesmeYrene Towersthe closest oneEnter Yrene Towers →

The one they faced.

The one they faced

The enemy whose war finally reached the khaganate's proud skies.

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Erawan Valg king of MorathErawanHis ilken crossed the sea and hunted their skies — the war that pulled the southern continent in.Enter Erawan →

What she loves

The game, and the exception.

A princess who treats the succession like a board she is already three moves ahead on — with exactly one thing she never plays at.

The game
Politics as blood sport, and she is good at it. She likes winning more than she will admit.
Her own cleverness
The sharpest read in any room, and she knows it. Half her power is letting you forget.
Leverage
She collects secrets the way others collect allies. Quieter. Far more useful.
Renia
The one person she is not playing. Softness kept for exactly one door.

Her heart

Renia

For all the scheming, there is Renia — the woman she loves, and the one place the game goes quiet. Hasar will out-manoeuvre a room full of heirs and never break a sweat. But she would sweep the whole board to the floor before she would risk this one. Not clever. Just true.

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The Watching Court The Southern ContinentThe same steppe, the same white city, the same handful of them circling one throne their father hasn't promised to anyone. She reads a room the way her brothers read a map. Nothing crosses the court she doesn't already know, and she has decided, quietly, that the empire is worth being ruthless for. It usually is.Enter The Southern Continent

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