Maeve

For a thousand years she was the eldest of three Fae sisters. There were only ever two.

Maeve is the immortal queen of Doranelle and the villain of the back half of Throne of Glass — except she was never Fae at all. She is a Valg Queen who fled her own realm, poured herself into a Fae body, and edited herself into the family tree.

At a glance

KIND: A Valg Queen wearing a Fae body
COURT: Doranelle
CLAIMED: Eldest of the Fae Sister-Queens — a memory she invented
TRUE KIN: Wife of Orcus, oldest of the three Valg Kings
HOLDS: The Cadre, by unbreakable blood oath
TO AELIN: 'Great-aunt' — by a lineage that never happened
ENDED BY: Goldryn through the heart; Silba's ring on the finger
CALLED: The Dark Queen

Her people

Who she chose.

Swipe to meet them all

Aelin Galathynius Queen of Terrasen · Heir of FireAelin Galathyniusher enemyEnter Aelin Galathynius →

The Cadre Maeve's Blood-Sworn · Six of ThemThe Cadrebound by oathEnter The Cadre →

The one who ended it.

Her reckoning

She reached for Aelin's power. It was Aelin who turned her to ash.

Swipe to meet them all

Aelin Galathynius The fire she tried to cageAelin GalathyniusSlid Athril's ring onto her finger and turned her to ash. Fenrys landed the blow that made the opening.Enter Aelin Galathynius →

What she covets

Everything, and the right to call it order.

She does not conquer — she collects, and names it duty.

The blood oath
Her cadre bound to her by their own vow, kneeling because they cannot do otherwise.
Aelin's flame
The one fire she could not breed, buy, or command — so she meant to take it.
Doranelle, in hand
An ancient court that mistakes her control for peace.
The long game
Centuries of patience, because she has centuries to spend.

What she wants

Possession, dressed as order

She wears a Fae face over something older and colder, and rules the way a Valg queen rules — by owning. The oaths, the cadre, the flame she cannot make herself: all of it hers, or soon to be. Order is only the word she uses for it.

The long versionRead her whole storyEverything, in one place.Enter the full story

Her river-city DoranelleA thousand years she ruled Doranelle, the city of rushing waters, and called it order. The blood oaths that bound her warriors, the devotion that looked like loyalty, the obedience wrung from a whole people — all of it hers, all of it worn like a Fae queen's crown over the older, colder thing beneath the face.Enter Doranelle

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