Vaughan

Five of Maeve's Cadre get scenes, deaths, oaths broken. The sixth mostly gets sent somewhere the story isn't.

Vaughan is the sixth and least-seen warrior of Maeve's Cadre, from Throne of Glass — an osprey-formed Fae blood-sworn alongside Rowan, Lorcan, Gavriel, Fenrys and Connall, who spends the war off-page in the far north. He is held longest and quietest of them all, and freed only when Maeve finally dies.

At a glance

KIND: Fae warrior of Maeve's Cadre — an osprey
THE CADRE: Sixth of six: with Rowan, Lorcan, Gavriel, Fenrys, Connall
SENT WHERE: The roughest, farthest ground — his wings can cross it
ON PAGE: Once, at Mistward — and he didn't look at Celaena
IN EMPIRE OF STORMS: Off-page, hunting the deserter Lorcan in the north
IN KINGDOM OF ASH: Absent — the others wonder if by choice
FREED: When Maeve dies at Orynth — entirely off the page
LAST WE HEAR: The survivors mean to go track him down

His people

The cadre.

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Rowan Whitethorn Fae Prince · Of the CadreRowan Whitethornof the cadreEnter Rowan Whitethorn →

The Cadre Maeve's Blood-Sworn · Six of ThemThe Cadreof the cadreEnter The Cadre →

The one who bound them.

The one who bound them

Queen of Doranelle. She made weapons of them for five hundred years.

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Maeve The queen who bound themMaeveBlood-sworn to her, and spent as she pleased. Not all of them got free.Enter Maeve →

What he loves

Wild and unaccounted for

The cadre's ghost — rarely at Maeve's court, never easy in it, and most himself somewhere no one could find him.

The wild
A shifter most himself out past the edge of the map, alone and answering to no one.
Solitude
Not aloof for show. He simply preferred his own quiet to the politics of Maeve's court.
His brothers
Distant, never quite absent. Five centuries in the same company counts, even for a man always leaving.
The open
The oath leashed him to a court he'd never have chosen. Unbound, he'd simply have been gone.

His heart

The wild he was made for

Of the six, Vaughan wore the oath worst — because being bound to anyone at all was the opposite of what he was. He answered when Maeve called and left the instant he could; the rest of the time he was somewhere no leash reached. What he loved was never a person or a place at court. It was the horizon, and the right to walk toward it unowned.

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

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