Kaltain Rompier

She spends book one as a jealous, scheming nobody we're glad to see thrown in a cell. She spends book four turning the entire war with a single breath of black fire.

Kaltain Rompier is an Adarlanian court lady in Throne of Glass — introduced as Duke Perrington's ambitious mistress and Celaena's petty rival. What is done to her, and what she does back, is one of the series' cruellest and most important arcs.

At a glance

KIND: Human — an Adarlanian court lady of the Rompier family
FIRST SEEN: Throne of Glass, as Perrington's scheming mistress
SECRET: Fire magic in her bloodline — suppressed, then stolen
TURNED INTO: Erawan's shadowfire weapon at Morath
REPAID: A warm cloak — by sending Aelin the third Wyrdkey
DID: Burned a third of Morath, and herself, to ash
LAST NAME SHE CLAIMED: Death, devourer of worlds

Her people

The ones who mattered.

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Roland Havilliard secondaryRoland Havilliardan allyEnter Roland Havilliard →

The one she faced.

The one she faced

Collared, used, caged in shadowfire — until she chose how to end it.

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Duke Perrington The one who caged herDuke PerringtonHe caged her in shadowfire — until she turned it on Morath, freeing the witchlings and herself in flame.Enter Duke Perrington →

The schemer they made a weapon

What she never stopped counting

They took a court schemer, collared her, tortured her, and poured shadowfire into her until she was a thing to be pointed. What they never burned out was the part keeping the account. She held it — cold, patient, exact — for as long as it took to collect.

The freedom they took
She loved it the way you love a thing that's been taken. They collared it out of her hands. She never once agreed it was gone.
The reckoning
Everyone who used her ran a tab. She kept it in full — quiet, complete, cold enough to live on — until there was finally a way to make them pay it.
Shadowfire
They forced the power into her to make a weapon they could aim. She let them believe it worked. She was the only one who knew where it would point in the end.
The one choice that was hers
At the last she turned all of it on Morath and burned the place down from the inside. No order. No handler. No collar. The single thing in years that was hers to decide — and she decided it.

The one she freed

The girl she handed the way out

In the middle of burning it all down, she put the means of escape into Elide Lochan's hands and made sure one person walked out of Morath because of her. Not because anyone told her to. Because it was hers to choose, and she chose it.

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