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alwayscarryonjily · 5 years

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Perhaps We Were Friends First - Chapter 6

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Ash

I spend most of the next five days in my bird form. My training with my father, uncle and Lorcan is the most exhausting thing I think I’ve ever done. I have to limp around in my fae form and take breaks every five minutes from flying in my bird form. There are moments when I wonder if Theo’s present was worth the pain I’m now being put through, and others when I curse myself for being ridiculous. Theo is probably the most important thing in my life. I would go to the ends of the world for him.

A meow to my right sounds out. I look towards the edge of the bench that I’m sitting on and find a ginger cat sitting there, its tail waving around and it’s big blue and gold eyes staring at me. I smile at the cat and wait for her to shift. I glance out to the training centre my father uses and back to the shifter beside me. Now, in the cat’s place, sits a girl, almost identical to me.

“So, have you decided what you’re wearing tonight?” Farryn asks, sliding across the bench to catch some of my warmth in the early morning chill.

I send a warm breeze over her and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction. I grin at her.

“I think I might wear the blue dress,” I say, although I’m still pondering my options.

“The sky blue or midnight blue?” She asks.

“Midnight,” I reply.

The dress in question is a deep midnight blue. The skirt is covered in white specks that resemble stars. The sleeves only cover my shoulders, and the neckline is probably too low for me, but the dress is gorgeous, and I am turning eighteen, so I might as well look good. My mother had the dress made, thinking I’d be as into clothes as she was at my age, but while I got Aelin Galathynius’ looks and gift for music, I certainly didn’t get her personality.

“Oh! Did I tell you I think I met my mate?”

I roll my eyes. Farryn thinks she’s found her mate every other week. I swear every female she meets, she thinks they’re her mate. She thought my parents’ friends, Chaol and Yrene’s daughter was her mate when she first met her, which is hard to believe because Nievan is entirely human.

“Speaking of, have you considered telling Theo that you love him?” She nudges my shoulder.

Nothing in her voice betrays whether she’s making fun of me or being genuine, so I assume the latter. “What does that have to do with mates? And no, because you’re so nosey.”

She turns to face me and I, her and her face contorts into one of confusion. “Why not?”

“He’s nineteen! And a future High Lord. How am I meant to be worthy of that?”

She raises an eyebrow and for a second, I think she might slap me. “Please tell me you’re kidding. You’re kidding right? Ash, you’re turning eighteen tonight, plus I don’t see how age is meant to be a problem; just look at your parents. You are the future Queen of Terrasen; Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius’ heir. If anything, it’s him that’s not worthy of you.”

“Who isn’t worthy of my daughter?” A voice from behind them asks.

“Everyone,” Farryn replies, earning a sharp nudge from my elbow.

“Damn right,” my father says at the same time I say, “Hi, Dad.”

“Hey, Fireheart,” he says as he steps towards me and kisses the top of my head. “Your mother wants you to go get ready.”

I push my aching body off the bench and give him a hug before walking towards the castle with Farryn.

Before we can get out of earshot, he calls out, “Oh, and Ash? There might be someone waiting at the top of the stairs for you when you make your entrance.”

I can’t conceal the smile that breaks out on my face from knowing exactly who will be waiting there for me. Farryn and I shift and fly to my rooms. I fly through my bedroom window and shift as I drop to the floor, which is a mistake due to my sore muscles. Farryn shifts out of her falcon form (which I think is slowly becoming her favoured form) and walks to the door.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” She asks before she opens the door.

I nod and watch as she shifts into a snake and slithers away. I walk to the door and am about to close it when I see a box sitting on the table in the main foyer. I go over and pick it up. The box itself and the lid are wrapped separately in a shiny, dark blue paper. I lift the lid and look inside. Inside is a simple, but gorgeous necklace; a single, silver star on a silver chain. I pick it up and find a note sitting at the bottom of the box.

“For when you can’t find your way home, know that it is always with you. Happy birthday Ash,” the note reads.

I recognise Theo’s elegant scrawl and the citrus and jasmine scent attached to the box, note and necklace. I know without having to ask that the star represents the brightest star in the constellation of the stag. I feel my eyes filling with tears and I quickly wipe them away before they can fall. I join the clasp of the necklace around the back of my neck and return to my bedroom to get changed.

I step under an arch that leads to the balcony above the ballroom. I know that I only have to walk through one more archway to get to the top of the stairs; to find the boy I think I’m in love with. So, I pause, out of sight of the guests and take a few steadying breaths. I’m about to step out of the arch’s shadow when Theo appears in the archway opposite me. My breath catches in my throat. He’s wearing the silk shirt Elain gave him for his birthday and a pair of simple black trousers. His black hair is tousled in waves and his blue eyes shine when they meet mine. I look down at my dress to hide my blush.

I hear him start walking towards me and I look up again. He stops in front of me and bows low.

“Your highness,” he says.

Because tonight I’m not Ash, his best friend. Tonight, I am Princess Ashera Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius of Terrasen and I am dressed for my people, not for myself. He straightens, and I catch a glint of admiration in his eyes before he steps forward to take my arm.

“You look stunning,” I breathe.

I look up at him as he guides me across the balcony and see a faint blush coating his cheeks. I want to stare at him the whole night, he’s so beautiful, but I force myself to look away as we pass through the arch on the other side of the balcony and reach the top of the grand stairs. I look out over the ballroom. Everyone has paused their dancing and conversations to look up at us, at me. Among the sea of courtiers and royals, I see my parents, my cousin, my family standing on the raised dais, waiting for me. I know Theo’s parents won’t be here; they have their own holiday back in the Night Court tonight, one that requires Theo himself to leave earlier than I would like.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Theo mutters at my side and I let him guide me down the staircase.

He leads me through the gazing crowd, towards my parents and stands beside me as we reach the dais and face the people gathered. He removes his arm from mine and instead slides it around my waist and squeezes once. In the back of my brain, I can hear someone introducing us, but all I can focus on is that hand on my hip, that arm around my waist. Theo slips his arm away again and bows, and I quickly follow his lead to curtsey deeply. We turn to my parents as the guests return to the festivities and find them grinning at us.

Theo bows to my mother and father, and I notice it isn’t as deep as his bow to me on the balcony. I can’t help but wonder what that’s about, but I don’t let myself dwell on it.

“We’re so proud of you, Ash,” my mother says, stepping forward to embrace me.

My father steps forward and wraps his arms around the both of us, placing a kiss on my head as he does so. They both step away from me and my father takes up a conversation with Theo, although I can’t listen in because my mother is staring at me.

“You look beautiful, Fireheart,” she says softly, tears filling her eyes.

“Aw, Mom. Don’t cry. It’s just a dress,” I say, not knowing how to comfort her.

She waves a hand dismissively and turns away for a few seconds. When she turns back, the tears are gone, and she looks just as regal as ever. I see Farryn take a step towards me out of the corner of my eye and her mother grab her arm, to keep her there. I look over at Aunt Lysandra and Uncle Aedion and smile at them all.

“Say hello to your aunt and uncle, Ash, and then you, Theo, and Farryn can go enjoy yourselves,” my mother says, already turning towards my father.

I take the few steps towards my aunt, uncle and cousin and embrace them all individually. I can tell Farryn is bursting to speak, but I know she won’t say it in front of her parents or Theo, who has once again joined my side. I turn and look up at him and grin, wishing he could stand by my side for everything in my life.

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aelin-and-feyre · 7 years

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Circumstance (Part 8)

Ok! They are finally meeting for real this time! This chapter is kinda weird because it’s long but everything in it takes place within like twenty minutes...

Anyway, tagging: @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics @autumn03 @rhysandpurred @crazybookladythings @readinggiraffe @devilsadvocate15 @marimarac@carolineherr15@musiccbeach @illyrian-wingspans @illyrianinterrasen@meowsekai @iwishitwasrocketscience @gavrielthelionn @throne--of-sass @2-bookmaster-2 @bluephoenix222 (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

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“Princess Emberlei, it is an honor to meet you,” Cadewyn, future High Lord of the Night Court bows to Crown Princess Emberlei Whitethorn Galathynius of Terrasen and... it all clicks into place.

It’s not his eyes, though they are the exact same blue-violet she has been seeing in her dreams since she was five, nor is it his gorgeous face or his beautifully styled black hair. It isn’t his scent that is now fully intoxicating the princess as he stands in the same room with her, though Ember is starting to feel a bit lightheaded. Rather, it is his voice. The deep but still young sounding timbre that settles into her very bones that makes Ember realize the answer to the question she’s been wondering for two weeks.

Only now she realizes she has been searching for the answer since the first time she saw him, almost fifteen years ago. Cadewyn straightens from his bow, looking identical to his father with the slight smirk placed on his enticing pink lips. Ember nervously searches his eyes - violet eyes - for any sign of her own inner turmoil reflected there. She finds none. He doesn’t know. Or he’s very good at hiding his shock.

He’s her mate. Cadewyn is her mate.

Her eyes have not left him since she put her book down, and Ember is not sure she has the strength to tear them away anytime soon. He’s amazing. Tall, powerfully built, with a strong jawline and cheekbones that look sharp enough to cut her finger. His hair is delightfully tussled from the winnow, and looks long enough to tug - if she wished. Cadewyn’s arms are corded with muscle that she can clearly see under his Terrasen styled tunic.

Terrasen. He’s been living in Terrasen. With her family. Gusty has spent time with this man, has learned countless things about him on her behalf. Ember can’t help the surge of jealousy that courses through her at that thought. Quickly, she pushes it down.

She met the male five seconds ago, there is no reason for her to be jealous. ‘He’s your mate.’ Ember contradicts herself, an inner argument battling in her mind.

The princess still has not looked away from Cadewyn, who now stands there, six feet from the bed, awkwardly assessing her just as she is assessing him. Suddenly, those six feet are too many.

Swinging her legs swiftly over the side of the mattress - while still not looking away from the boy - Ember stands. She takes a small step forward. Five feet between her and her mate.

Hooking her right ankle behind her left, like she has done hundreds of times, Ember sinks into a curtsy, deeper than it should have been but the princess barely notices. For the first time, her eyes drop from the male and flicker to her feet as her gaze lowers. She notices with a small bit of dissatisfaction that she’s shaking, but only slightly. Rising from the curtsy, Ember almost subconsciously takes another small step forward. Four and a half feet between her and the male she is supposed to be with for the rest of her life.

Still, he shows no signs of feeling what she is. The madness in her head as her mind runs in circles trying to comprehend what is happening. The pull in her gut urging her forward, toward him. The tingling down her forearms and to the tips of her fingertips, aching to touch him, hold him.

Not sure she can speak but knowing that she has been silent too long, Ember opens her mouth. “Honor as well, for me too, I’m sure, Cadewyn,” Her eyes grow wide as she realizes the jumble of words that just came from her voice. She doesn’t miss the glance Cade throws at her still parted lips before he laughs. Ember blushes profusely, bunching up her skirt with her hands and then releasing the fabric once more only to grasp it again. She had stopped that habit when she was just a little girl. What is this male doing to her?

His laugh makes a delightful chill travel from the base of her skull down her spine. Her betraying mind imagines what it would sound like for him to laugh while his face is buried in her neck - what it would feel like. One again, Ember furiously shuts down the thought before it can go any further. She must gather her wits if there is any chance of making any sort of good first impression.

“Would you like to try that again?” Cadewyn asks, pretending to wipe imaginary tears from his eyes as he recovers from his laughing fit. In any other circumstance, Ember knows what she would do in this moment. She would cross her arms, stare at the male with an expectant and unamused expression and wonder aloud who, exactly, would dare to laugh at the Crown Princess. She would make any boy squirm until he apologized for his behavior.

This boy, however, is her mate. Her mate. The word is still foreign in her mind.

So, incapable or unwilling - she’s not sure which yet - to do her usual routine when dealing with inappropriate males, Ember simply laughs nervously. She rakes a hand through her hair. Silently, the princess curses herself for not preparing for this. Her attire is completely inappropriate to meet her mate in. Although, thinking back to her mother’s state when she met her father, Ember feels a little bit better. And, in her defense, she thought she had been meeting with a rowdy young male, who didn’t respect people’s privacy, and who had an odd fascination with her eyes.

Her eyes. His eyes. That’s what the dreams had been trying to tell her!

Ember can’t dwell on the sentiment for too long, as Cadewyn is still expecting an answer. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind, and smiled at the male. “Sorry, I was caught up in my book, coming back to reality takes a moment.”

His hands - strong, large, calloused hands - clasp behind his back as Cadewyn nods slightly in agreement, fully sobering and his eyes softening. “I know the feeling,” His gaze trails to the book now sitting on the bed. “Mind informing me on the piece of literature you are lost in at the moment?”

Casually - so casually Ember is sure that he is not feeling what she is - he starts walking toward her. He’s now three feet away. Two feet away. One foot away. But he wasn’t striding for her exactly, but the bed behind her. His shoulder brushes her own as he passes, though, and Ember gasps, unable to contain her surprise at the jolt of electricity that courses through her entire body at the contact. Down to her very toes, the princess feels the touch, and down to the tips of her hair, she mourns the loss of it.

Dropping onto the bed easily, as she is sure he has done hundreds of times before, Cadewyn picks up the novel she had been perusing. Vaguely, she remembers her plan that only a minute and a half ago had been perfectly executed so far. Leave it to the mating bond to ruin a week of scheming.

Slowly turning, still feeling the phantom of his arm against her own, Ember watches with rapt interest as he flips through the pages, skimming here and there. He takes a deep breath in and Ember’s brow furrows. Without looking up at her, Cade comments, “This bed smells like you now.”

The princess suddenly feels extremely self-conscious. She thought that he might like her smell, being her mate and everything. She surely enjoys his very much. What does it mean if he doesn’t appreciate her scent? Does that mean he will not like her? That his adverse reaction will drive him away from realizing the bond between them? Her palms are beginning to sweat.

“I-I’m sorry,” She tries, her voice feeble. Usually very good in stressful situations, Ember is truly kicking herself for being so weak. Cadewyn cuts her off before she can continue.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not a bad thing. I rather like your scent, reminds me much of Terrasen actually.” The mental sigh of relief Ember experiences is unlike any other. He drops the book back down on the bed and stands. The princess quickly realizes that she did not use that time to appreciate him laying in a bed in front of her. She severely hopes she will have another opportunity. “That book is boring, I hope they’ve shown you the library at least. I know how much you enjoy a good selection of literature.”

Ember finds herself nodding. “I’ve spent much of the past two weeks in the library, it is a wonderful place.”

Absently, Cadewyn nods along. Ember finds herself the object of his intent gaze, and once against blushes. This is all so new, so confusing, so frightening. She is not sure what to think and the one person she would go to at a moment like this is all the way back in Terrasen. Gusty would know what to do. That girl has been obsessed with the magic behind soulmates ever since she learned about their parents’ love story.

From the corner of her eye, Ember notices Cadewyn’s hand rising, and realizes his aim. Knowing she will not be able to control herself if he does it, Ember quickly pushes back the strand of hair behind her ear, trying not to notice the almost disappointed look on the future High Lord’s face as he lets his hand drop limply to his side.

“So... I heard you wanted to meet me,” He gestures to himself, Ember taking the invitation to drag her eyes up and down his body once, indulging her inner urges for a moment. “Here I am.” His violet eyes twinkle slightly, the corners crinkling just a bit when he smiles and Ember’s heart skips a beat.

“Here you are,” She murmurs unintentionally. Quickly clearing her throat, Ember gestures to a small table by the window, two chairs on either side and a quickly cooling teapot patiently waiting on top. She had almost forgotten it was there. “I wanted to talk with you.”

Truly, this is not the girl Cadewyn was expecting. Sure, he had only met her ten minutes ago, and positively she is the most beautiful female he has ever seen, but this is not the girl that Gusty had described.

Her sister had told him that Emberlei is cunning, quick, and witty. She thinks on her feet and always has a well thought out response in a second. Most of all, she almost never apologizes.

Now, Cadewyn would never say that Princess Gusty is a liar, but he would possibly say that she may stretch the truth.

Of course, Cade is still majorly fascinated by the female who is now walking over to the table by the window, each step seeming like a struggle. He wonders if she is feeling alright. “Are you well, Ember? You seem out of sorts.”

The tug still pulls him towards her, but it has died down considerably in the last few moments he’s spent in her presence. It is thoroughly bewildering him.

Breathlessly, she laughs, the sound meeting Cade’s ears and sending a small shiver through his bones. He decides he will do almost anything to have her laugh more. “You have never known me in sorts, how would you know?” She seems to rethink her statement for a moment as she sits. “Oh, that’s right, my sister.” She shakes her head slightly, her eyes drifting from him to stare off for just a moment before lifting back to meet his own. Some emotion - an extremely strong one - shines in her eyes.

“Your Highness, are you absolutely sure you are okay? Can I get you something?” He asks worriedly, suddenly realizing that he would literally get her anything she needed in this moment. He figures it’s the fault of the pull.

The princess shakes her head again, gesturing towards the table across from her. “I am quite well,” She practically chokes out. “Please, sit with me.”

Dreadfully worried, Cadewyn joins her at the small setting. His knees brush her own and he doesn’t miss the small intake of breath. It’s the same gasp she had when his arm had brushed her a few minutes ago. Perhaps she was not open to being touched. Or perhaps she felt the same pull that sung in his own gut at the contact. Whatever the case, Cadewyn quickly drew his legs away from her. Emberlei’s body slumped, but only slightly, and Cadewyn took it as a sign of her relaxing a bit.

What an odd first encounter. Surely not what he had been expecting when he winnowed in here. Nonetheless, a window looking out onto Velaris at his side, another gorgeous view sitting in front of him, Cadewyn feels calm, at peace.

The female pours them both tea. She sips her own a bit hesitantly, the liquid seeming to relax her a little more. She studies him over the rim of her cup while he gazes out at his city. Several minutes pass by in this manner, and Cade finds that he is perfectly okay with it.

When he notices her hand placed halfway towards him on the table, a strange urge overtakes the male to grasp it in his own and never let go. He shakes the sensation away but finally sets his teacup down, turning to look at the princess that has not taken her eyes off him yet. He knows he is being assessed, he’s just not sure for what purpose.

“You’re wasting precious minutes with me, Angel, I’m leaving at the end of the day,” Cade relishes that he is able to make her blush.

She sets down her tea as well. “Don’t call me that.” Her voice is once again strong.

Cade grins. Here is the Crown Princess. He can see her coming through, slowly but surely. He’s not sure what is was that made her so timid, but he’s prepared to keep working and draw her out. “Don’t call you what, cupcake?” He wonders innocently, his smirk growing when a small growl escapes her lips.

“Don’t even start with me, Casanova,” She threatens, a wicked glint in her turquoise eyes that Cadewyn finds he absolutely adores. “I will win.”

Getting excited at her sudden confidence, Cade readjusts so that he’s slightly leaning across the table, elbows supporting him. His knees scrape gently against her own and Ember’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment. A quick flicker of confusion passes through Cadewyn’s mind at the movement. He decidedly brushes his knuckles against the tips of her fingers, just to see what would happen. He’s still staring at her, a challenge in his eyes.

“What are you gonna do, button?” He asks, genuinely curious to see what her response is. He notices her gaze drop to his lips for a moment and considers the possibility that she may kiss him. Instead, the princess bites her own lip, drawing his eyes to her pink mouth and distracting him for a moment.

So quick, Cade’s mind doesn’t even register the action, Ember slips her hand into his own and farther so that her nimble fingers are gripping his wrist. He grasps her own wrist, feeling the muscles hiding beneath soft skin.

Her breathtaking eyes frantically search his own. Cadewyn’s not sure what she’s looking for or what he’s supposed to be portraying, but she doesn’t seem to find it.

Her expression not losing intensity, Ember says, “I can do things to you that you have never comprehended in your wildest dreams.” And knowing her father and uncles, Cade is sure she can. Although, his mind takes the more inappropriate route. He decides not to indulge that side of his brain in the presence of a future queen.

“Careful, buttercup, anything happens to me and your sister will be stuck without a ride home.” He quips, expecting a snarky comeback, but instead, Emberlei’s eyes lose their challenge and her hand slips from his. His body immediately regrets the loss.

The princess’s eyes narrow. “Gusty is here? In Velaris?”

Her tone is accusing. Cadewyn is instantly wary. “Yes, she wished to come, I brought her along.”

“You what?!” Ember is out of her seat, grabbing her shoes. “Where is she? You decided to let a fifteen year old girl wander a strange city alone? What were you thinking?”

Cade watches helplessly as she scurries around the room. “She’s with Brexton! She’s safe!”

“Like Hellas, she is,” She suddenly points to him, all commanding queen. “You are going to take me to find her. Now.” Standing from the seat, tea forgotten, Cade nods. He extends his hand for them to winnow. Ember simply looks at it a moment and shakes her head. She stalks over to the window seat, throwing open the largest glass panel and then turns back to him. “We’ll be flying.”

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generalalaska · 3 years

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the next gen

Anyone else think that maybe rowan and aelin's child would be mates with feysand's child?

Like, hear me out. A mate is supposed to be an equal, the one whose powers complement your own. Both rowaelin and feysand are the most powerful beings in their respective worlds. Assuming their children would inherit the entirety of their parent's well of magic, no else one in their worlds would be able to match them in power, So......

THEY FIND THEIR MATE IN ANOTHER ONE.

Also with feyre's immaculate wall kink, rowan's immortal teenage horniness, and just overall rhysand and aelin-ness , IMAGINE THE SEXUAL TENSION, THE FLIRTING, THE BANTER????

CAULDRON DAMN ME

#rhys x feyre #rowan x aelin #rhysand #feyre cursebreaker #high lady feyre #aelin galathynius #fire breathing bitch queen #tog #acotar #acomaf #sarah j maas #rowaelin daughter #rowaelin child #feysand son #rowaelin daughter x feysand son

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years

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SNEAK PEAK

JULIAN.

The first time that he saw her, her head was thrown back in laughter, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The lights throughout the frat house reflected shades of blue, purple, and red down her long silvery hair. She exuded a bright and bold confidence that not many people did, that he had seen in so few women. This particular girl he’d never seen before, so she was either new to campus or simply visiting. He hoped she was new, because there was a growing list of things that Julian Knight wanted to do to her, and he wouldn’t be able to do half those things if she was only breezing through.

“I’m not making her up right?” His cousin and best friend, Orion, shouted over the music into Julian’s ear. He quirked a brow, knowing exactly who he was referring to, and as he ran a thumb over his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitched up as he made eye contact with the girl.

“Nope,” Julian said, patting Orion on the chest and handing him the cup he held in his hand. “No, you are not.”

#tog x acotar #gen 2 #tog gen 2 #acotar gen 2 #julian is feysand’s oldest son #genevieve is rowaelin’s youngest daughter #rowaelin #feysand #oc #gen and julian #idk what to name this so send me ur recs #throne of glass #a court of thorns and roses #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #rhysand #the knight children #feyre archeron #sneak peak

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rubyriveraqueen · 2 years

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Rowaelin Daughter x Feysand Son

Credit : Inkfae on Instagram

#a court of thrones and roses #throne of glass #nyx #evalin #nyx x evalin #not sure what's her name so i named her evalin

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ariel-hart · 3 years

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TOG X ACOTAR Headcannon

I’ve seen so many posts about Feysand’s son and Rowaelin’s daughter, but hear me out guys:

Nyx (Feysand’s son) and Varys (Rowaelin’s son) as mates.

Nyx: Feyre’s blue eyes, Raven hair, Illyrian tattoos, clumsy in a cute way, muscular, Illyrian wings (of course ;), and night court magic with a drop of magic from all courts (thanks to Feyre), High Lord Of The Night Court.

Varys: Ashryver eyes (pure turquoise blue with a gold ring around it), Snow White hair, lots of tattoos like rowan, a gentleman, lean, not too muscular, agile, wind and fire manipulation, King of Terrasen.

They’d be so frikin cute I-

What do you guys think? Do we ship?

[elements adapted from the ‘Throne Of Glass’ series and the ‘A Court Of Thorns And Roses’ series].

#throne of glass #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acourtofdreams #nyx #rowaelin #feysand #sjm #feysandson #mates #fae

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acourtofcouture · 3 years

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ACOTAR & TOG Fic Rec- Next Generation

A Court of Thorns and Roses

A Court of Hearts and Darkness by sarah_bae_maas- Feysand’s Daughter/Original Character, 35 Chapters, Teen and Up

Ongoing! A Court of Stars and Dreams by Emilia3546- Feysand’s Daughter/Original Character + Nessian’s Son/Tarquin’s Daughter, 13/? Chapters, Explicit

Ongoing! Night’s Spring by dreamsoflovingness- Nessian’s Son/Spring Court Original Character, 11/? Chapters, Mature

Runaway by judyjargon- Nessian’s Son/Eris’ Daughter, 8 Chapters, Mature

Ongoing! Winds of Fire by acciowests- Feysand’s Son/Tamlin’s Daughter, 37/55 Chapters, Mature

A Court of Thorns and Roses x Throne of Glass

Heirs of the Sun Series by stardustsroses

(I) Heir of the Sun- 10 Chapters, Mature

(II) The Archer. The Prey.- 6 Chapters, Teen and Up Audiences

(III) Sun and Stars- 30 Chapters, Explicit

Perhaps We Were Friends First by carry_on_my_gayward_son- Feysand’s Son x Rowaelin’s Daughter, 10 Chapters, Mature.

Ongoing! Princess of Wind by WorldofBooks13- Feysand’s Son/Rowaelin’s Daughter, 1/? Chapters, Teen and Up Audiences

Ongoing! Throne of Night by RavensBound- Feysand’s Son/Rowaelin’s Daughter, 3/? Chapters, Explicit

#fic rec #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #throne of glass #tog #acotar/tog #acotar/tog crossover #tog/acotar #tog/acotar crossover #next generation #acourtofcouture

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ao3feed-acotar · 4 years

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Moon of Fire

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36fOCHm

by feysandsmut

An ACOTAR x TOG crossover about feysand's son and rowaelin's daughter.

Words: 8106, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Azriel (ACoTaR), Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR), Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien, Rowan Whitethorn, Asterin Blackbeak, Fenrys (Throne of Glass)

Relationships: Feysand's son x Rowaelin's daughter, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius | Celaena Sardothien & Rowan Whitethorn

Additional Tags: Crossover, ACOTAR / TOG crossover

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36fOCHm

#ao3feed #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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battlestar-royco · 5 years

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ASDHAJJAKQNSLABjbwjz have u seen how stans are starting to ship rowaelins daughter/feysands son?? bc i have and i want to die immediately, how straight can this fandom get (although its not as bad fenrys/rowaelins daughter, yes i have seen the depths of hell with these fkin ships)

irbwgoibrwgohrwp NO thank goodness, but I have heard about it from other antis unfortunately. And you know, the sad thing is that Failsand’s son x Ratalien’s daughter is not even the wildest ship that stans have come up with. Some other stan classics are Ev.angeline/H.ollin, Fenris’s kid/Evangeline, E.ris/N.esta, and more. It fucking ASTOUNDS me how the fandom who can ship such clearly abusive or just nonsensical/unnecessary ships are also the fandom who can say “I don’t ship mlm/wlw ships because it’s just illogical and unlikely.” Mlm/wlw ships are held to SUCH a higher standard than straight ships, not just in SJ/M’s work, but especially in her fandom due to the extreme heterosexuality of every single character. A man and a woman need only be conventionally attractive and noble/royal–and I would say ballpark same age range, but that’s really only true of characters under the age of eighteen–to be shipped together, while two men or two women could have a book or several books of buildup but they as a pairing are “illogical.” The homophobia and hypersexualization in the SJ/M fandom knows no bounds.

#throneofshxdows #anti sjm #anti koa #stans being stans

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darling-cas · 7 years

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Hello!!! Do you know any other AU fanfiction of rowaelin? I love yours and I was looking for others to read but I haven't found many... Love your blog

Hello darling! First off, thank you so much! unfortunately, at the moment, I’m not reading much fanfiction. But I do have a few I could possibly recommend to you:

Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds by @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie

But She’s Looking At You and Lifeguard AU, both by @babinforaelin

Soulmate AU by @adarlan (Honestly, check out all her AUs)

Doctor AU by @my-name-is-fireheart

And this isn’t so much an AU, but I have to throw it out there. A Court of Fire and Dreams and it’s squeal Moon and Fire by @feysandsmut. It’s a Feysand Son x Rowaelin Daughter story and you HAVE to check it out because… damn. It’s amazing.

#personal #answered

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alwayscarryonjily · 5 years

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Perhaps We Were Friends First - Chapter 4

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Ash

Feyre doesn’t put us on cleaning duty, although I suspect the exhaustion that hits us both in the morning is the punishment we get. Theo’s birthday celebrations went on well into the early morning. The whole city was out, celebrating the Night Court heir turning one year older. We started out with a family dinner at dusk. Then we had to accommodate for Theo’s younger sister, Loralee, who is, at nine years old, still too young to go to the clubs in Velaris. So, we went across to the Rainbow and danced to the musicians sat in the streets. Theo and I took Lora to her bed just before midnight and promptly returned to the party. We found that Azriel, Elain, and Nesta had gone home. Elain and Azriel because parties weren’t really their thing, and Nesta because she claimed exhaustion, although the rest of us suspected another reason. The rest of us spent hours dancing and drinking our way from one club to the next. Eventually we all retreated back to the estate and gave a very tired Theo his presents.

Mor gave him a new set of Illyrian fighting leathers. His parents put some more gold in his personal account as well as a new set of paints. Cassian gave him a new sword on behalf of him and Nesta. Elain had already gifted him a beautiful, midnight blue, silk shirt after our river antics. Azriel had given him a new set of twin daggers. Lora had sleepily handed him a tulip of deep purple while whispering, “Happy birthday.” Amren gave him a new easel and some paint.

When it’s my turn I hand him a thin wooden box shyly. He takes it with a raised eyebrow and lifts the lid off. His sleepy face lights up and a great guffaw leaves his mouth. Inside the box sits a set of paintbrushes with a note that reads, ‘Courtesy of His Royal Highness, Rowan Whitethorn’s tail feathers’.

Theo holds his arms out for me and I step forward expecting to be pulled into an embrace. Instead he pulls me onto his lap, so that I’m straddling his legs, facing him. His blue eyes stare intently into mine and I redirect my gaze to his shoulder, blushing slightly.

“Thank you. I love them,” he says, laughing. “How’d you convince him to let you?”

“Convince him? I’m his only daughter. He does everything I say,” I say with a smirk.

Rhysand lets out a splutter to my right that I assume is him trying to cover a laugh. Theo raises an eyebrow at me and pinches my thigh. I let out a squeal and poke my tongue out at him.

“Fine. I have to train with him, Aedion and Lorcan every morning that I’m at home for the next month.” I give in.

“Well, thank you. I really do love them,” he says before kissing my cheek.

I wrap my arms around his neck at the same time he wraps his around my waist. I bury my nose in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent of jasmine and citrus. We pull away, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on my waist, so I swing one of my legs over so that I’m sitting across his lap and can look out at the rest of the room. When I look up at said room, I’m met with the stares of all five adults in the room. They all shake their heads when they see us both look up and quickly go back to their glasses of wine – or blood, in Amren’s case. They start up new conversations and move on from the presents. We all continue drinking and talking and dancing until everyone either finds their way to a bed or passes out somewhere.

I wake up in the morning on the floor of the main living room with a weight on my stomach. I start to lift my head but have to let it rest on the ground again when a splitting headache jolts through it. I instead reach my hand up to feel the weight and find a head of hair there. The head can only belong to Theo, so I continue playing with his hair and staring up at the ceiling as my headache calms down. He makes a noise after a few minutes and rolls over. His face hits my breast and he freezes. I push myself into a sitting position and his head drops into my lap. He opens one eye and looks up at me.

“Sorry, Ash,” he mumbles and closes his eye again.

“I swear if you fall asleep here again, I will hurt you. I’m hungry and want food,” I snarl.

He smirks, eyes still closed, and before I know it shadows are engulfing me. My eyes adjust to the new light and I find myself on the kitchen floor, Theo still sleeping on my lap.

“You little shit,” I say, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.

Elain lets out a yelp from by the oven and turns to see us on the floor, her lazy nephew still dozing on my lap. She shakes her head and returns to whatever she’s cooking for breakfast.

“Elain? Do you happen to have any tonics in here?” I ask, rubbing my neck, where it seems to have gone stiff from sleeping on the floor.

She whirls from the stove, a wooden spoon dripping red sauce all over the floor and her skirts. “What for?”

“Oh, just pain relief. My neck is really stiff, and my parents probably wouldn’t be happy to know I slept on the floor all night,” I say. “Speaking of, do you know what the time is?”

Elain leans over the counter to look at the sun while reaching to drop the wooden spoon back into the pot it came from. “It’s about ten. Do you have time for breakfast before you leave?”

I sniff, and my eyes roll from the enticing smell of bacon and sausage. “I think I can make time.”

She laughs softly and starts preparing two plates of food; one for me, one for Theo. I flick Theo’s nose a few times, eliciting some irritated twitches and eventually a glare.

“What do you want, she-devil?” He snarls at me.

I grin down at him and flick his nose once more. He bares his canines at me and snaps at my fingers. I tut.

“That’s not becoming of a future High Lord,” I say, shaking my head. “What a beast you are, Theoden.”

He sits up, still snarling, and spins on his knees to face me head-on. I roll my eyes and bare my own canines at him.

“You fae males are insufferable. Honestly. All it takes is one minor inconvenience and suddenly you turn into a growling bastard,” I say, flicking his nose once more.

I instantly regret my decisions when he pounces on me. I hit my already pounding head on the floor and let out a pained groan at the impact. Theo’s eyes widen as he freezes above me, and he sits back.

“Ash? Oh, Cauldron. Shit. Are you okay? Oh, Gods, what have I done?” He fusses.

I laugh, despite the enhanced headache attacking my brain and force myself to sit up.

“Fae males,” I mutter under my breath.

“Ash, please. Tell me you’re alright,” he says, reaching to help me up.

He guides me to my feet and I meet Elain’s stare. We roll our eyes together over Theo, who sits me down at the casual dining table in the corner.

“Theo, shut up. All I want right now is food.”

He quickly pushes away from his place beside me and collects the plate from Elain while she’s midway through pouring some tomato and bean mixture onto the piece of toast. She glares at his back while she wipes up the puddle of food on the counter that his hastiness resulted in. I shoot Elain an apologetic look and she waves her hand dismissively as Theo places the plate in front of me.

“Aunt Elain? Do you have that tonic she mentioned earlier?” He asks, stepping towards the wall of cupboards.

She nods and pushes past him to open a cupboard. He takes the seat beside me and lets Elain take care of the tonic.

“Theo, can you please stop fussing? I don’t understand what’s up with you. Just two days ago you were laughing at me for falling on my ass.” I take a bite of toast covered in what I can now see is beans in a tomato sauce and moan; it’s so good, Elain’s cooking is always so good.

Theo blinks at me a few times before turning away, shrugging. I glare at him but continue eating. Elain hands me a glass of orange juice, which I assume contains the pain relief tonic, and then places a plate identical to mine in front of Theo. He smiles up at her appreciatively and starts eating. We consume our breakfast in silence until Feyre and Rhysand walk in ten minutes later.

“Good morning, everyone,” Feyre says as she kisses the top of my head and then Theo’s. “How is everyone’s morning going?”

“Your son is being a fussy mother hen,” I say between bites of sausage and bacon.

I look up at the High lord and High Lady of the Night Court and find them smiling knowingly at each other. Not that the smiling is unusual, but I don’t know why my comment would cause that reaction. I go back to my food without questioning it.

“Theo, lay off Ashera. She can take care of herself. You can winnow her home after you finish eating. Cauldron, Elain, how much food did you make?” The High Lady marvels, finally seeing how much food Elain has been piling on plates.

“Enough for everyone. Azriel’s stopping by around lunch with Mor, Amren and Varian. Nesta and Cassian are coming by soon as well, and I suspect Nesta will be eating a bit more than usual. Speaking of, do you think she’ll tell us instead of letting us figure it out on our own?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Feyre says, stealing a sausage.

“Although, if I know my brother, Cassian can’t keep his mouth shut. I bet he’ll be around bragging soon enough,” Rhysand adds.

I look to Theo and catch him already looking at me. We grin over the adult’s gossip and finish our food. He holds a hand out to me and pulls me to him as we stand.

“See you in two weeks, Ashera. Happy birthday for Saturday!” Elain says, smiling at me before Theo and I disappear into shadows.

Within moments, I’m standing in the courtyard of my home in Orynth. Rain pours down on us, but something moves to shield me quickly. I turn to Theo, whose arms I’ve stepped out of, and see him holding one of his summoned Illyrian wings out to cover me. I smile gratefully and let him take my arm to guide me inside the castle. We barely make it inside before an excited yell echoes through the hall and a slim frame slams into me. Blonde hair covers one of my eyes and I instantly wrap my hands around my attacker.

“Ash! What took you so long? We need to catch up before your father drags you off for training.”

I laugh and pull out of my cousin’s embrace. “Don’t worry, Farryn. He’ll give me the day if I ask.”

“This will never stop being weird,” Theo says to my right.

I turn to him at the same time Farryn does and I grin at him, knowing she mirrors me. He shakes his head and laughs softly. A part of my chest lifts at the sound but I quickly push it back down.

“What? You mean it’s weird that we both have blonde hair and Ashryver eyes? I wonder why,” Farryn says, sarcasm dripping from every word.

He chuckles again, and that same lift in my chest occurs. “Always good to see you, Farryn.”

She grins at him as she links our arms together. “Thank you for returning my cousin in one piece. We’ll see you on Saturday, I guess.”

He nods and looks to me, mouth parted slightly, as if he wants to say something. Then he shakes his head and steps back.

“Bye, Ash,” he says simply before disappearing in a cloud of darkness.

Farryn leans over and sniffs my shoulder while I stare at the spot he disappeared from. “You still reek of wine. Go shower before we do anything.”

I laugh and shift into my other form – a hummingbird – as she shifts into a falcon. We fly through the palace up to my rooms, letting our cries echo throughout the halls.

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aelin-and-feyre · 7 years

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Circumstance (Part 15)

The last chapter of Circumstance is now finished and posted. There will be an epilogue sometime soon! Thank you to everyone who has read this and stuck with it and loved it just as much as I did, I made me so happy. I hope you enjoy this last part just as much.

Warning: There is slight ToD spoilers in this chapter, sorry

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Five Months Later

Cadewyn wakes wrapped in his mate’s scent. It is the same aroma he’d been enveloped in for the past five months, and the same one he’d fallen into a utterly peaceful sleep to last night, but now, with the scent clouding his mind and making a unsolicited smile brighten his sleepy face, Cade thinks the same thought he has every morning since he met her: that there is never a time in his life that he doesn’t want to wake up similarly cocooned. The sun filters in through the canvas walls of the tent and warms his face, awakening each of his limbs slowly. Delicate strands of golden hair tickle his nose, belonging to the female curled in his arms. Sounds of the camp awakening around them drift through the thin fabric of their structure, but Cade shuts it out for a few minutes more, enjoying the feeling of peace, even though he know it won’t last.

There is a battle today. They are scheduled to attack the enemy forces at high noon, when Aelin and Ember’s power will be the strongest. Cade’s arms tighten instinctively around his mate, nuzzling his nose further in her mess of hair, and thinking about what led them to this.

He hadn’t made it back to Velaris in time to follow his aunt’s silent instruction. His room had been found empty and cold, and it hadn’t taken long for Azriel’s shadows to track him to Terrasen. Ember had found his parents and their Inner Circle in the dining room waiting for them, but it wasn’t the ambush she was expecting.

Instead, the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court and the King and Queen of Terrasen had decided that they were going to war one last time. They were going to help their children secure happiness together, just as they fought for the same thing a quarter century ago. Brexton and Gusty, it turned out, had been the ones to step forward and convince their elders. Cade will forever be grateful to them.

Now, five months into strategy, planning, and brief battles, they are about to embark on the first combat strike that Ember will be unleashing her full power on, and will dictate who the winner of this war will be. Cade completely believes in her – with every particle of his body he knows that she will do amazingly, and that her ingenious plan will work, but he can’t help but feel nervous.

Emberlei shifts a little in his arms, groaning softly at the increasing noise outside their tent and the inevitability of having to awaken. Cadewyn runs a soothing hand down her flannel-clad back, letting his fingers graze her bottom. Ember attempts to bury her head even further into his chest, scrunching her eyes tight as she tries to cling to sleep. “Good morning, Kindling, are you ready to start a fire?”

His mate sighs reluctantly, pressing a kiss to the skin above his heart. “Remind me why we’re doing this again?” She grumbles tiredly.

A rumble of laughter escapes Cadewyn. “Because you love me and you never want to be parted from me?” He responds, half monitoring the rustling sounds of mounting armor and sheathing swords outside. They don’t have much time left to laze about.

“Oh, that’s right,” Ember replies with a soft smile. Her face tilts up so her sleep-ridden, gorgeous turquoise eyes stare into his, half a dozen emotions swirling between them. She shifts up a couple inches to press a lingering kiss to his lips. Cade’s eyes slip closed at what could be their last embrace like this. The princess senses his thoughts as she pulls away, her fingers threading with his. “Are you afraid?”

“Yes,” Cade answers honestly, even though there isn’t anything to really be scared of. Sure, they are facing five different power nations from across the world who have teamed up against them. Yeah, they are only twenty years old and have only just found each other. And of course, Cade isn’t sure what he would do if he lost her. But it is irrational to be afraid, to be anything other than swift and sure with each maneuver they make from this moment until the end of the battle that’s about to begin. “Are you afraid?” He asks, one eyebrow quirking up in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“No,” she says the word so easily, that he almost believes her. With a defeated sigh, Ember rests her brow against his own. “I am Emberlei Whitethorn Galathyius and I shouldn’t be afraid – but I am.”

Her fingers grapple for him, pulling his body tightly against her as she tucks her head under his chin, as if she never wants to leave his embrace. Cade holds her tightly, savoring this moment, committing it all to memory, as he has with everything the past five months – war-ridden months, but the happiest of his life. “I wish we’d had more time.” Cade murmurs into the crown of her head. He feels a slight wetness leak onto the exposed skin of his chest, Ember pressing her lips against his collarbone as she tries to regain her composure. “But I suppose if this was all the Cauldron blessed me with, I will live and die happily knowing that I got to know you, my mate – my own Fireheart.” His use of the name he heard Rowan calling Aelin last month seems to set Ember straight.

The princess in his arms readjusts so she’s looking into his eyes. “I love you,” she whispers in the growing light of morning. Already, flames dance in her eyes as the power she has been spiraling into the last week is now just hovering under the surface. They hadn’t been able to do anything last night in fear of incinerating the entire camp. “Together?”

“Until my last breath,” his words are the sincerest he has ever uttered in his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth – where no one knows of the Queen Who Was Promised, or Feyre Cursebreaker. Where there is no whisper of the treaty or the ‘Cursed Mating’ as their enemies have taken to calling them – calling what they had sealed between them just a week ago, claiming each other in a way no one can dispute. A final decision that they made together, and accept the consequences of to whatever end. “And whatever is beyond. We face this together. No matter the circumstance.”

...

“The plan is simple,” Cassian and Aedion stand before the gathering of friends and family, who have come together to fight this one last war, and show the world once and for all that they are not powers to be messed with. “Lysandra and I lead the Bane in the east,” as he speaks, Aedion points to the map spread before them, where they have plotted the territory and their plan of attack – or non-attack. “Dorian and Manon with their legion spread next to us.”

Ember turns in time to see Manon’s iron teeth slip out as she grins, Dorian’s hands flexing as he, too, readies his magic. She can’t believe they are here. The Queen of the Wastes meet’s Ember’s eye and winks. Ember supposes that Manon might just be hungry for bloodshed after so many years of peace and that is why she agreed to this.

“Azriel and I direct the Illyrians opposite them,” Cassian interrupts, nodding to his brother who scans the map with warrior’s intensity. “Helion and Lucien beside us.” Ember finds the High Lord of Day’s already watching her from across the room and she once again nods her head in thanks for joining their cause. Helion’s eyes twinkle and he smiles warmly back. She doesn’t think it’s thirst for blood that fuel’s his reason for being here, but rather love for Cade and his family, and the want for adventure. She is grateful for his help no matter the reason.

Aedion nudges Cassian aside a bit with a joking nudge to point to the center top of the hill they have picked to attack from. Her uncle looks up at her, eyes softening as he says, “Ember and Cade will be positioned here, Aelin, Rowan, Rhysand, and Feyre flanking them.” Cade’s hand squeezes Ember’s comfortingly next to her. She caresses the newly minted bond between them. “The cadre will be interspersed through the ranks from there.”

Cassian nods his approval, the general and commander working in tandem with each other, almost fluidly after five months of strategizing. “If all goes well, not a single life has to be taken, and no one but Ember and Cade need to use an ounce of power.” He gives the two un-Settled Fae a roguish grin. “And if it doesn’t go as planned, well then the real fun can begin.”

Aedion shoots Cassian a disapproving stare, before shaking his head with a quiet chuckle when the Commander’s grin doesn’t falter. “We have five layers of attack after that, but we really shouldn’t have to go past Aelin and Rhys.” This time, it’s the Queen and High Lord who send each other sly looks. Ember has never been afraid of her mother, but it’s hard not to be a bit frightened when the Fire Breather and Darkness Bringer train together.

“And where am I in those five layers of attack?” The attention of the room turns to her little sister standing with her arms crossed and staring at the map with almost as much intensity as the shadowsinger. Brexton and his mate – a girl Ember has befriended the past few months – stand behind her, probably also wondering the same question.

Before any of the adults can shoot her question down and tell her she has to stay back at camp, Ember speaks up. “Gusty, Brexton, and Magdalene will be on the hill with me and Cade.”

Everyone now turns to her, and she can see their objections about to rise, but Cade beats them to it. “I agree, it will make me feel better to have them up their with us in case anything goes wrong.” He winks at the younger princess, sliding his arm around Ember’s waist and pulling her closer to him, as if he can’t bear to be more than a couple inches from her. Not that she is any better. Since they got out of bed this morning she hasn’t been able to part from him for long.

A couple of the adults grumble a bit but none of them contradict. “Finally,” Cassian calls the attention back to him. “Yrene will stand with Ember and be there to heal the main players if the shields fail.” The healer bows her head in acquiescence.

“Battlefield healing only, Yrene,” Chaol reminds from beside her, his cane next to him but remaining unused for now.

Aedion claps his hands and draws the Sword of Orynth. “We go to war.” He states plainly, meeting each person’s eye in the tent and then nodding to be dismissed.

Everyone begins to pick up their weapons from where they were discarded leaning against the walls, but Ember remains motionless beside Cade, watching the people around her who have agreed to fight with her – with them.

Aedion shakes Cassian’s hand, the two males nodding in respect for the other. “It has been an honor to serve at your side,” the general says.

“Same, brother, I would do it again in a heartbeat,” Aedion’s chest swells with pride at Cassian’s words, and they part ways to their wives.

Chaol takes Yrene’s slightly wrinkling hands in his own and kisses them tenderly, then walks out with her elbow through his, the cane dangling beside him. Manon runs a hand through Dorian’s greying hair and they share a smirk before also departing. Cassian kisses Nesta fiercely then smiles through her scolding and promises to come back to her. The female then takes Magdalene and Brexton in a tight embrace and tells them to be careful. Cassian slings his arms around Azriel’s shoulders and says some joke that makes the shadowsinger sigh in resignation as they exit the tent.

Elain and Lucien share a sweet moment, the former tucking a tulip in her mate’s lapel and telling him she expects it back safe and sound. Helion claps Lucien on the back and father and son head west together. Gavriel goes up to Aedion just as he and Lysandra part. The general hugs his father and they share a short but meaningful conversation before the shapeshifter pulls her husband towards the east. The rest of the cadre – Lorcan excluded as he and Elide stay in Terrasen – salute to Aelin and Rowan, then shift to bound to their respective positions.

With Amren and Mor watching over Velaris, only the people going up to the hill remain in the tent. Ember meets the eyes of Brex and Magdalene, then the High Lord and Lady, then her sister, her parents, and finally her mate. She holds Cade’s gaze for a few moments, and takes a deep breath. “To war.”

...

Cadewyn stands beside Ember atop the huge hill on one side of their chosen battlefield. Their enemy is powerful, diverse, and prepared. They have had 15 years to anticipate this attack, to plan for their defense and offense. Although Cade isn’t sure they were expecting this sort of turn out. Five enemy countries against the four most powerful full-grown Fae and their kin, along with a horde of Illyrians, a host of witches, and the armies of three different territories.

All Cade and Ember have to do is create a spectacle and not one life will be taken, not one ounce of blood drawn. The witch queen may yet be disappointed by the outcome.

With the sun beating down from directly above them, it’s time. “Whatever the challenge,” Cade whispers to his mate.

“No matter the circumstance,” Ember responds just as softly.

“We do this together.”

The future High Lord of Night and the Crown Princess of Terrasen take each others hands, staring deeply in the other’s eyes – the eyes that have kept them up for the past decade and a half, the eyes they fell in love with before ever knowing the person they belonged to – and let go of their power.

Oh, and what a spectacle it is.

Flames and wind and sun and shadows and water and ice, enough power to envelop the world and then some erupt from them. It spouts into the sky and depicts images of love and peace and well being. Both sides of the battlefield are silent as they watch in awe as the two powers perfectly entwine to portray how the two young Fae wielding it are not to be feared, but welcomed. To show that instead of destruction and invasion, they are the symbol of utmost prosperity and advancement. At least, that’s what Ember is counting on.

The power roils and twists and shifts above their heads before exploding into an array of colors and sparks and water and flowers. A cool breeze, courtesy of the young princess behind them, extinguishes the sparks and carries the flowers to enemy territory, where they fall gracefully across the standing army that is frozen with shock.

Ember breathes heavily across from Cade, her eyelids drooping as exhaustion takes over. Both of their powers are utterly spent, and if even an ember more was taken, she might be on the verge of a burn out. Cadewyn catches his princess before she hits the ground, and Gusty and Yrene are there immediately on the other side. They all kneel in the grass atop that hill together, Ember barely conscious, and watch to see what will happen next. Aelin has sparks flying off her fingers already in anticipation.

Just as they see a horse galloping through and breaking the enemy formation, Ember collapses into Cade’s arms.

...

Crown Princess Emberlei Whitethorn Galathynius of Terrasen wakes up to a dozen featherlight kisses being trailed up her body. Every single one of her limbs ache, including her head which is pounding constantly as it tries to focus on anything other than the feeling of the pecks lighting her skin on fire.

She distantly realizes that a body is hovering above her, hands braced on either side of her head as she groans and opens her eyes. Ember immediately closes them again against the blinding light coming from some infernal place she doesn’t care enough to pinpoint. A deep chuckle sounds from above her and she instantly knows that it’s Cade.

“Turn off your sun please,” she grumbles, squeezing her eyes shut. Cadewyn laughs again and the light shining behind her eyelids does indeed dim. Ember cracks open her eyes and sees her mate over her, his skin lit to a small glow as he smiles down at her. Suddenly, she remembers what happened. Sitting up abruptly, Ember knocks her forehead against Cade’s and they both yelp, the latter rolling off her so she can rise, unobstructed. “What happened?” She asks urgently, now leaning over him on their bed in the war tent. She’d probably been out for a few hours.

The future High Lord of the Night Court smiles widely, grasps her face between his palms, and kisses her soundly. “It worked, Kindling,” he murmurs against her lips. “They believe us.”

Ember parts from him and stares down, wide eyed. “Are you serious?” Cadewyn just nods, trying to pull her down to kiss him again. She pulls out of his reach, sitting cross-legged on the bedspread. “Tell me everything.”

Her lover sighs but his skin does not dim as he sits across from her and begins to explain what happened after she fainted. “A representative from one of the territories charged up the hill, our parents were ready to shoot him down but he was holding a white flag. He explained that his leader was moved to tears by our presentation, and rescinded their declaration of war and shredded their copy of the treaty. Four more emissaries from the others came shortly after, telling of things along the same lines.” Cade grabs her fingers, tears shining in his eyes. “Not one leader continued to fight. Not one.”

Ember’s heart feels like it’s about to explode. Even though she aches all over, she finds enough strength to pounce on her mate and tackle him into the pillows. He catches her with another laugh and accepts the kisses she starts peppering over his face.

“We can be together?” She asks, almost like she can’t believe it.

Cade nods, dragging his fingers through her hair while staring into her turquoise and gold eyes – the depthless orbs that started everything. “I think it’s time you finish ‘Violet Eyes’.”

Ember sits up, straddling his waist as she considers his words. “I think you’re right. Although I’m gonna have to change the name.”

Cadewyn traces his fingers over her sides, thighs, and arms thoughtfully, no longer intent on memorizing each part of her, rather content to take all the time he wants. “Hm? And what would the new title be?”

“Well, you know what truly occurred to me when our power was in the air?” Cade lifts an eyebrow. “None of this would have happened if I hadn’t come with my parents that day to the Leader Meeting. I never would have met you, we would have never switched places, and I would never have even written the song. It was all a trick of fate.”

“An aligning of crazy circumstances.” Cade muses.

Ember leans down to kiss him once more, letting herself enjoy the moment, the time they now have together – centuries of time. “I like that... ‘Circumstance’.”

A/N I know its such a cheesy and weird ending but I love it so whatever.

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Perhaps We Were Friends First - Chapter 2

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Ash

Theo winnows us to his family’s estate along the Sidra first thing in the morning. Well, first thing after getting dressed and finishing with my attack of happy birthday wishes. I catch a glimpse of the sun rising over the river through one of the large windows before Theo drags me up the stairs to his room. The scent of jasmine and citrus hits me at full force as he opens the door and I exhale happily.

“Everyone will still be asleep, so we’re got about an hour until Aunt Elain comes looking for me before she makes breakfast,” he says while rummaging through his drawers.

My hands find their way to my hips and I groan. “Are you telling me that I could have slept for another hour?”

He turns from his drawers and I see the shit-eating grin on his face. “What, Sweetheart? Are you a bit tired?”

I snarl at him. “We went to bed after midnight and woke up before sunrise. Please excuse me if I’d rather be sleeping right now.”

“Suck it up, Princess. What the birthday boy says goes.”

I don’t get the chance to reply before he pulls off his shirt and throws it at my face. I peel the sweaty, mud-stained shirt from my face and have to force my gaze away from a very shirtless Theoden.

“You can sleep if you want,” he says while pulling a clean shirt on.

But I’m not that tired, not really. Between Theo keeping me warm and his scent wrapping itself around me all night, I had an amazing sleep. I shake my head and hope my face isn’t flushed. Theo shrugs and starts unbuttoning his pants. My eyes widen, although they shouldn’t; after fifteen years of being best friends with him of course we’d be this comfortable with each other.

“Are you wanting to change? I don’t think Mom will be too happy if you get any furniture dirty.”

I mumble an agreeing response and flee from his bedroom at the same time I see him pushing his pants down to his ankles. I don’t stop moving until I’m safely inside my own room, where I collapse against the door. My fingers reach up to my cheeks and I feel the blush that coats my face. I let out a groan at my ridiculousness and push myself off the door. I rummage through my wardrobe for a dress and pick a pale green one with short sleeves and a single layered skirt. I shimmy out of my pants, which are completely covered in dried mud, and quickly change into come clean underwear before pulling my equally muddy shirt over my head.

I’m holding my dress up at arm’s length, deciding whether to step into it or pull it on over my head when Theo appears surrounded by shadows in the middle of my room. I let out a squeal and hold the dress tight to my body. Save for the scrap of fabric covering my backside, I am butt naked. Theo smirks when he sees me and simply puts his hands in his pockets.

“Aw, Sweetheart, are you shy?” He purrs.

I feel my flames flickering under my skin and force myself to breathe for fear of turning the dress into ash. I can tell that my nipples have hardened at the sound of his voice, but I drop the dress anyway as I meet his eyes with a determined gaze. His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t seem to know what to say. I place my hands on my hips and smile seductively as I take a step over the forgotten dress towards him. I watch as his throat bobs and I take another couple of steps. I stop at arm’s length from him and stand there looking up at him. I’m about to open my mouth to say something when his shadows envelop him, and he disappears.

I chuckle as I spin on my heel and return to my dress.

Even though I’m not that tired, I lie down on my bed and take a nap in the hopes that it’ll cool me down. When I wake up the sun is streaming into my room with that early morning brightness that I hate so much. I sit up and crawl out of the bed. My dress is crinkled, but the Court of Dreams aren’t the kind of people to judge how I look. I walk down the stairs of the house and make my way to the kitchen. There I find Elain and Theo chatting at the breakfast bar. They both turn to look when the door closes behind me. I return the smile Elain gives me and then turn my attention to Theo. He blushes and turns back to the pancakes on his plate. Elain raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug one shoulder to let her know that I’m not going to be the one to tell her.

“Do you want some pancakes and strawberries, Ash?” Elain asks, easily dropping the unspoken conversation.

I tell her yes, please and she stands to fill a plate for me. I sit next to Theo and turn to him with a deviant smirk on my face. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye but continues eating his breakfast.

“You disappeared pretty fast, Sweetheart. Did you not like what you saw?” I lean forward on the counter and wait for him to turn to me.

He does, and his eyes widen when they catch a glimpse of the cleavage that I know I’m exposing by leaning forward this much. He turns away again, blushing and I turn to the counter too. Elain places a stacked plate in front of me and kisses each of our heads as she quickly leaves the room, but not before I see the amused smile she’s desperately trying to hide. I start eating my pancakes and, as usual, Elain’s cooking makes me moan, it’s so good. I finish and look over at Theo’s plate and the food he still has there that he’s barely touched.

“Theo? You good?” I ask, suddenly concerned that I went too far. “You never leave any scraps.”

I wave a hand in front of his face, disrupting his concentrated gazing at his food. He looks up at me with a blank face.

“Are you good?” I repeat, getting increasingly more worried as the seconds pass.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just… not… hungry,” he mutters unconvincingly.

I frown and open my mouth to speak but he says, “I’m just gonna go see Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian. I think Lora’s around somewhere. She’ll want to see you before the party starts.”

He walks out of the kitchen without another word, leaving me here. I’ve known his family my whole life and I’ve been staying with them in Velaris every second weekend since I was six years old, so I shouldn’t suddenly feel awkward at being left alone here. But I do. I do feel awkward and I miss him already. I want him to come back. I want him to tell me what’s wrong. To tell me what I did wrong. I want him to come back and sweep me into his arms and never let me go. But I know I won’t see him until he can’t avoid me any longer, so I go searching for Elain in the garden.

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Perhaps We Were Friends First - Chapter 5

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The weekdays that I have to spend without Ash always seem to take forever, but the five days that I have to spend without her leading up to her birthday are agony. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for a whole two days after I got back. Uncle Cassian came up to get me after that, bouncing like an excited kitten, babbling about Nesta being pregnant. I let him drag me downstairs where he and Aunt Nesta announced they wanted me and Ash to be godparents. I happily agreed and congratulated them. Everyone sat around the living room, drinking tea and discussing baby stuff while I stared at the rug in the middle of the room; the spot that Ash and I had lain while we slept off the wine we consumed for my birthday. I’m staring at this spot when a ripple of joy washes through me. I jolt to my feet, knowing it hadn’t come from me. All eyes in the room turn to me, conversation ceased.

“What’s wrong?” Uncle Azriel and Uncle Cassian say together, both jumping to their feet, hands going to their blades.

“I – nothing. I just felt – It’s fine. I’m just going to go for a walk,” I manage to say, stumbling towards the front door.

I said I was going for a walk, but the second my feet hit the sidewalk, I lose the energy in my legs. I summon my wings and shoot into the sky with a boom. I fly over the city for about an hour, leaving my mind thoughtless. Eventually, it starts to get colder with the inconsistent spring weather. I feel a drop of icy rain hit one of my wings and I circle around towards the House of Wind. I know my parents’ inner circle will still be back at the estate, celebrating Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian. I drop onto the main balcony and sink to my feet. I shimmy towards the edge and dangle my legs over the edge.

I can feel a pull towards the west, and I know it’s the bond, begging me to go to my mate. I know it would take weeks to fly from Prythian, over the continent and into Erilea. It would take mere seconds to winnow, but we made promises to our parents long ago that we would never travel to each other without their permission or knowledge.

I really have to get a grip on myself. I know that my family knows about the mating bond. I told Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian. My parents probably figured it out long before I did. And between those four, someone was bound to spill the news to the others. They’ll be happy for me, but this bond is taking over my mind, my being. I know I’m acting different and I know that everyone will understand why, but I don’t want to shut them out, like I have been doing.

Another wave of joy fills me, laughter echoes in my mind. Frustration quickly replaces Ash’s emotions and I drop over the edge of the balcony and let myself fall towards the ground. At the last second, I flare my wings and soar upwards. I need to let some of my energy out, and I can think of only one way to do that, so I fly towards the Illyrian mountains.

I drop to the ground with an earth-shattering roar escaping from my mouth. The warriors around the camp scuttle out of my way.

“Wyrran!” I roar.

The Illyrians around me continue moving out of my way and I spot Wyrran stalking towards me.

“What are you doing here?” He demands, probably still pissed at me for the other day.

I snarl at him and say, “You. Me. Ring. Now.”

A devilish grin breaks onto his face and he tugs his cloak off, stalking towards the ring with me. I’m not wearing any fighting leathers, but I dump my shirt in the mud and kick my shoes in the same general area.

“Did your princess finally leave you?” He grins.

I snarl, anger bubbling into my magic. I force myself to tamp it down; now would not be the time to kill the son of a bitch in front of me with darkness and flame.

“I assume she doesn’t know you’re mates if she’s gone,” he says casually, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing.

I don’t even pause to think about how he knows before I lunge for him. My skin over my knuckles tears as my fist connects with the side of his face. He spits blood on the ground and turns to me, grinning. Before I know it, we’re a tangle of limbs and flying fists in the mud. This is not a distinguished fight, full of all the tactics Cassian taught us. This is two males releasing their anger, sharing a blatant disregard for the rules of the camp and the ring.

I manage to get free of a choking hold that Wyrran locks me in and I push myself to my feet. He stands too, and faces me, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, but still smiling like a serpent. I’m too blinded by rage to see the fist he swings towards me. One moment, I’m staring at his hand as it flies right for my face and the next I’m on the ground. One side of my face is buried in the mud and the other stings from the impact of his fist.

Down here, mud sliding into my eyes and mouth, it reminds me of Ash. Reminds me of us sitting in the mud, grinning at each other two days ago. It makes me think that maybe she wouldn’t want me here. Wouldn’t want me taking my anger out on a male that I already don’t get along with. Wouldn’t want me fighting anyone but her, because she knows I can’t always keep my powers in check when I’m fighting, and because she doesn’t want me hurting anyone but her.

“Get up,” he snarls down at me.

I barely hear him. I continue lying in the mud, letting it seep into my mouth.

“You’re pathetic. No wonder she left you. Some High Lord you’ll make,” he says, grunting.

I think he might leave and then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him aim a kick at my ribs. I’m not quick enough to move.

The force from his foot connecting with my chest, rolls me to the edge of the ring. I catch myself on my forearms and cough up a mixture of blood, spit, and mud. I hear multiple sets of footsteps squelching away through the mud. I finish coughing up the mud that I think I may have breathed in a bit of, and I roll onto my back. The rain washes some of the mud off my face and chest as I lie there, just staring up at the sky.

A voice in my head informs me that my mother is looking for me and I groan. I am not looking forward to facing them in this state. But I stand anyway, retrieve my things, and winnow back to Velaris, where my family greets me and forces me into the bath.

Later, when Nuala and Cerridwen (my sister’s nursemaids) have tucked me into bed and tended to my aching muscles, I hear murmuring voices outside in the hall. I don’t need my fae hearing to tell me it’s my parents. And I certainly don’t need it to tell me that they’re upset.

I roll over, making sure I can’t see the door and mentally count the hours until I can see Ash again. I need her more than I always thought I did.

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Circumstance (Part 14)

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The kiss is like nothing Cade has ever experienced. Ember’s hands hold his face gently as her lips move against his own. She has to raise on her tiptoes slightly to reach him. His arms coil around her waist protectively, possessively. She seems to radiate heat, as if there is a fire burning just beneath her skin. The glow emanating from him becomes so bright it’s almost blinding. Cade hopes that no one in Orynth is looking up at the mountain or they will surely see the beacon he has become.

One of her hands move to tangle her fingers in his hair and Cade can feel her smile against his lips. They separate to breathe, if only a couple centimeters of space. Cadewyn’s eyes remain closed for many moments, trying to soak up the feeling of her in his arms, her long delicate fingers running through his obsidian locks. It’s only when he hears Ember’s quiet chuckle that he opens his eyes to meet her blazing ones.

The fire that had been burning beneath her skin now shows itself in her eyes, the raging intensity making Cade’s hold tighten. Ember descends from her tiptoes, so he has to look down to meet her gaze. Those turquoise-gold eyes that have driven him crazy his entire life. Even after that kiss and even after seeing that fierce determination in her eyes, Cadewyn can’t help but ask again, “Are you sure?” He leans down so his forehead rests against her own, savoring and memorizing every second that they are together - the feel of her skin, the autumnal scent wafting from her hair, the slight crease between her brows as she contemplates what he said.

The princess in his arms lets out a humorless chuckle. “Are you seriously asking me that? Cade, after that kiss not even the Wyrd itself will wrench me away from you.” Cade smiles in response, meeting her lips again softly – gently. The callouses littering his palms scrape against the soft silk of her Night Court clothing. Cade makes sure to memorize that feeling too, storing each small moment in his mind in case things go horribly wrong.

“I will have to go back to Velaris at some point, Kindling,” he murmurs against her lips. Ember grunts a bit in disapproval – whether about his leaving or the nickname, he isn’t sure – and Cade’s grin widens. He suddenly remembers what Nesta had said to him. “But I won’t be expected until the morning...” His aunt knew. She knew that he would come here tonight. Both his aunts probably knew actually, Elain might very well have told Nesta. He could only pray to the Cauldron that they wouldn’t tell his mother.

A sigh of contentment escapes his mate’s lips, her eyes shutter and the tip of her nose just brushes his own. Cade’s own lids slip closed as her arms comfortably circle his neck. They hold each other there for many moments, just enjoying the silent company of their mate. “Kindling...” She mutters at last, her breath fanning his face and enveloping him in her scent. Cade can’t decide whether to wince at her tone or smile at her stubbornness.

He chuckles nervously. “You know, like a fire starter – kindling.” He leans down slightly so he can whisper in her ear. “Would you rather I call you Firefly?”

“I’d rather you didn’t call me any nickname.” Emberlei leans back from the embrace but interlaces her fingers behind the nape of his neck, keeping her close. She kisses away his pout with a short brush of her lips that leaves Cadewyn trying to follow her. “I like it much more when you say my actual name.”

Cade raises an eyebrow and a smirk dances on his lips. “Really, Ember?” And then he relishes the look on her face. He will definitely be saving that for future reference.

With a flick of her wrist, Ember melts a patch of snow on the edge of the plateau, then she maneuvers them to sit, their legs dangling off the side, one of his hands in her lap as she examines his slightly scarred and calloused fingers. They are nothing compared to his father’s or Cassian’s – and certainly nothing like Azriel’s.

The view from the plateau is gorgeous as the Staghorn Mountains seem to stretch on forever, the Oakwald Forest cascading around them. With the sun gone, stars blanket the sky, thousands of tiny pinpricks shining down from above. Reverence shines just as bright in Ember’s eyes when she lifts her head to gaze up at them. However, Cade can’t seem to take his eyes off her. “I can’t believe that you’re my mate.” He murmurs at some point, not fully meaning to.

A small smile graces her features but she doesn’t look at him, her wondering stare remaining fixed on the stars above. “I can,” Ember replies quietly after a few moments. She raises the hand she’d been examining to her lips, placing a light kiss on each of his marked knuckles. Another shiver runs down Cade’s spine, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the snow littered around them. “I’ve always had a connection to the stars, to the night sky and its messages hidden far above. I had assumed that it was because of the Stag – the constellation that leads all Terrasen people home and which watched over my mother in her times of trouble. It was only during that first night I stayed in your room that I started thinking that it might be something different.”

Cade reaches up to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind her delicately pointed ear. He makes a note to later see if those ears are just as sensitive as they look. When her eyes drift from his knuckles once more to study the sky, he follows her line of sight. Compared to the night sky in Velaris, it isn’t much. He wonders what she had seen that night that had made her change her mind. Cadewyn’s fingers squeeze Ember’s slightly in silent encouragement to continue.

“I didn’t even make it to the bed before I was inexplicably drawn to the window. I gazed at the stretch of deep black cloudless expanse covered in stars for what could have been minutes or hours before I fell asleep, your scent wrapped around me. I didn’t realize at the time but it was because for the first time in a very long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, where I had been subconsciously trying to find my way back to since I was just a little girl.” She finally tears her gaze from the heavens to look at him. Ember searches his eyes for a few moments. “I don’t know you. I know many things about you but there is still so much more to discover. I don’t know you but I can believe that you are my mate, because the Stag wasn’t trying to guide me home to Terrasen,” She points towards the bright star that marks the top of the Stag’s head, hovering directly above Orynth. Her finger then pivots towards the tip of the Stag’s nose, angled west, where Pythian lays far, far away. “He was guiding me home to you.”

Cadewyn isn’t sure he’s breathing. He has to restrain himself from grabbing her and winnowing somewhere – anywhere – as long as its far away from any threat to her or their happiness. He isn’t sure he could move even if he wanted to, utterly struck dumb by her words and the emotions swirling in her eyes. It takes incredible concentration, but he eventually regains motor functions enough to be able to raise his hand and gently cup her cheek. His brain recovers enough that he uses his powers to stroke her mind, still completely open to him – unafraid. The glow of his skin illuminates her face softly, bringing out the ring of gold around her irises.

His voice is raw when he is finally able to speak. “I promise to do everything in my power to be worthy of the honor of calling you mine, of being your home. And anything you want, anything you wish to know about me, any way you desire to find out, it’s yours. Because I’m yours. And you’re right; I’ve known it all along.” Repeating her same actions, Cade raises her hand to his lips, repressing the frown at the multitude of marks marring her own pale skin, and placing featherlight kisses on each of her fingertips. “I just don’t know how I got so lucky.”

A smile brightens her face more than Day Court glow ever could and once again takes Cade’s breath away. Ember huffs out a laugh and uses her free hand to nudge him playfully. “In all her letters, Gusty never told me that you were so sappy.” She jokes, leaning into him and his warmth even though Cade is sure she could summon flame without a thought to heat them both up.

“I admit, she also had a way of skirting around many of my questions. I figured she probably wanted you to be able to tell me yourself.” He responds softly. Ember rests her head on his shoulder and Cade lets his cheek lay atop her hair, the blonde strands tickling his nose. He lets himself imagine how they must look. Two young Fae sitting atop one of the tallest mountains on the continent, in a patch of dirt surrounded by snow, one of them glowing like a beacon on a rocky shore, the other with a fire in her eyes capable of reducing a city to ash in one swipe. Perhaps the most powerful couple in Erilea, finally reunited.

Ember interrupts his train of thought by burrowing a little closer to him. “You don’t have to go home until the morning?” Her tone is hopeful. Cade looks down at her sideways, nodding. “Can you winnow us down to my room please?”

His eyes widen, raising an eyebrow in question. He isn’t really sure if he actually heard her right. “Did you really just invite me to your room?” It’s impossible to stop his mind from drifting to what she might mean by that request.

Ember nudges him again in reprimand, though a smile tugs at her lips once more. “Not that way, you buffoon. Like I said, I don’t know you, and it sounds like you still have some questions about me,” He nods again. “So let’s head inside where it is much warmer, no one will dare disturb me after what happened earlier. Talking in my room is the best option.” She speaks in a way that makes him feel like he should have figured that all out already. With a small chuckle, Cade pecks the top of her head affectionately.

“Alright then, Kindling, room it is,” the princess raises her brows and he adds, “for nothing other than talking.” Pushing off the frozen earth, Cade extends his hand to help her up. He doesn’t fail to notice how perfectly her hand fits into his, or the agility with which her body moves as she stands. A young woman with years of training by the legendary Cadre and Adarlan’s Assassin – his mate. “We could fly down there,” he mentions when she’s on her feet.

Ember yawns, running her fingers through her wind-swept hair. “I know, but I’m tired, it’s been a long day.” She murmurs, and sure enough, her eyelids droop just the slightest as she speaks.

“That it has,” he agrees, sliding his hands around her waist. Darkness begins to encircle them. “What an incredibly eventful and crazy and infuriating day we’ve had.” Emberlei nods softly, allowing the cool shadows to envelop them both, letting Cade pull her through the pocket of space and into her bedroom in the palace.

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The first thing Ember notices when she wakes up the next morning is that she feels safe. Not that she has never not felt safe in her own bed, in her own room, in the castle, but this feeling is a different kind of safe. She feels utterly protected, like absolutely nothing bad could happen to her, as if all of her senses have completely accepted that there is nothing to worry about. The second thing Ember notices is that she can’t move her hand.

A quick glance explains why. Laying next to her, atop the covers, is Cadewyn. His midnight blue-black hair splays around his head on the pillow, his bangs askew across his brow. He sleeps facing her, a large enough amount of space between them that she can’t feel his slow breath on her face. His hand clutches her own in that space, gently enough to tell her that he truly is asleep, but also showing no sign of letting go anytime soon.

It’s his scent and his presence, she knows right away, that caused her senses to shut down. The natural aroma that enveloped his room and now this one as well lulled her into a false sense of security that allowed her to have the best night’s sleep in a long time. Ember can’t help the smile that tugs on her lips at the thought.

Briefly, her mind runs through what happened last night after they winnowed inside. He had tried to persuade her to play the pianoforte for him, preferably ‘Violet Eyes’ that he might hear what it is meant to sound like from the composer’s hands. He had also wanted to hear the lyrics that go with it. She had declined, telling him that perhaps one day she would humor him with it. The song truly was not done yet, though after meeting the inspiration for the music, Ember guesses that it very well might be soon.

They had then sat by the fireplace – which she had quickly lit with a small fire that warmed but did not burn the logs – and talked for hours about themselves, about their childhoods and adolescence and training. They had gone back and forth, explaining where they had gotten a certain scar or mark on their body, each story more gruesome, harrowing, and – in hindsight – funnier than the last. The fire only dimmed when Ember was having trouble keeping her eyes open. They had so much to catch up on, so much to share before they had to part ways again, but she was utterly exhausted.

She remembers Cadewyn picking her up from the couch and carrying her to the bed, sliding her beneath the covers still in her silk Night Court attire. There is a faint memory of patting the space next to her for him to join, and him sliding on top of the covers and laying a few feet away. They had agreed during their discussion to keep boundaries, to go slow and learn more about each other before they did anything too drastic. However, it seemed her mate couldn’t help himself, and had grasped her hand before he himself had drifted into the dreamworld.

Now, light streaming delicately through the sheer curtains, Ember can see her mate in all his peaceful glory. Her mate, gods above. It all happened so quickly, there was no time to adjust. Seeing him, though, with his face completely relaxed, breathing even, unharmed, Ember can only hope that they will have that time. However, if yesterday and last night is the only thing the gods will give her, she will also be forever grateful for that.

Just as she is about to let sleep embrace her once more, her stomach grumbles. The sound is so loud in the silent room that Ember is surprised that is doesn’t wake up Cade. Perhaps he, too, feels safe in her presence. Deciding that maybe the best choice is to fetch breakfast for the both of them, the princess begins the task of freeing her hand from his clutches.

It takes a few well-timed tugs, but she eventually regains control of her fingers. She slides out of the bed on silent feet, leaning over quickly to plant a soft kiss on his hair-strewn forehead, before she is scampering towards the door. Ember takes one glance back at the room before turning the knob; shadows and light dance across the carpeted floor, filtering through the canopy on the bed to play amongst the obsidian strands of ruffled hair; the air smells of fresh pine and snow from the open window, but also seems as if blanketed by that same scent that clings to her mate, undoubtedly because of his extended stay here the past couple weeks. The sound of his even breathing is the only thing she can hear before the door clicks open and the Crown Princess slips out into the hallway.

She walks the halls confidently, as if she is not harboring a man in her bed from another country, as if she is not breaking every single rule in her parent’s book. The servants she pass bow and their eyes only linger briefly on the strange Night Court clothing. Ember finds herself embracing the look, enjoying the flowing silk fabric around her legs and the soft breeze that glances over her midriff. Although she will have to change if she wants to go outside again, for it seems a fresh snow has fallen, and it is sure to be extremely cold.

Ember nears the dining room, planning to grab some tarts and perhaps a few pieces of fruit and march right back up to her room to enjoy them with Cadewyn. Everyone will expect the action anyway, as she is supposed to be disgruntled and pouting. If her mother or father or anyone else tries to pull her into a conversation, she will make some excuse – or perhaps not deign to talk to them at all, as her mother might have when she was Adarlan’s Assassin.

Taking the air of a still-furious princess who has been denied what she’s been waiting her whole life for, Ember pushes through the doors of the dining room ferociously. And stops short. All the mental planning she had been doing since walking out on the meeting yesterday suddenly vanishes. Her entire plan for breakfast disintegrates right in front of her. Any attitude or expression that might have been masking her true feelings utterly turns to ash at her feet.

For there – sitting across from her parents at the head of the table, along with perhaps half a dozen others from their court – are the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. And then Ember remembers: Cade had to be home by morning, and Velaris is six hours ahead of Terrasen.

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Circumstance (Part 13)

This chapter is actually really fluffy and nice if you can believe it lol

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Rowaelin Daughter x Feysand Son au

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“Dad,” Cade’s voice breaks as he addresses his father. “You can’t ask that of me. You can’t just tell me that I can never see my mate again.” The words themselves send a fierce, painful jolt through his body. The string that connects him to Ember pulls at his gut. He reluctantly pushes the feeling down so that he can focus on the conversation at hand.

Rhys’ eyes close for a couple moments, as if he too is having a hard time coming to terms with the circumstances. “Cadewyn, please.” There is fear in his eyes, genuine fear as he grips Feyre’s hand atop the table. Cade realizes that his father believes they may be in actual danger. He briefly wonders who their adversary could be that could render his usually fearless father so scared. There hadn’t been a war in Cade’s short lifetime, but he’s heard enough from the war with Hybern to know that they had been very close to losing. He also knew that his father had been among the hundreds who had died, and he was one of the only two who had come back. The other is sitting next to Cade.

“We wouldn’t be asking this of you if there was any other way,” Amren’s voice sounds like it’s trying to be sympathetic, but failing. Her calculating mind knows that this is the right thing to do, to save many people and preserve peace. “I’m sure Ember understands why we can’t take the risk either.”

That makes Cade freeze up. “I wouldn’t know what Ember thinks though, would I? She was wrenched from me the second you all got involved.” He is silently cursing himself for not being more careful with her, for not taking precautions. He had practically pranced down one of the main streets of Velaris with her in tow for everyone to see. How could he have been so stupid? “I don’t even think she knows that we are mates, yet.” He mumbles, mostly to himself.

Feyre shares a glance with Rhys. “I’m not saying it will be easy to leave her, Cade, but perhaps it’s for the best,” she is still holding her husbands hand, their entwined fingers resting comfortably on the table in front of them. Cade’s gaze zeroes in on that sign of his parent’s love and support of one another. His breathing becomes ragged as he entertains the possibility of never achieving that with Ember.

“She’s my mate,” he grounds out, “Dad, you would never have accepted this. You would have fought for mom until you’re dying breath.”

“You’re wrong,” Rhys replies, his tone becoming stone cold. “I was fully prepared to give up your mother and anything that might happen between us for her happiness and safety. I was going to let her marry another man if that was what she desired, if that was what would keep her safe and healthy and happy for the rest of her life. You should be prepared to do the same for your mate.”

Cade feels like he’s been slapped in the face. The air in the room becomes taut as the High Lord stares at his son, his eyes begging Cadewyn to understand. They want nothing but peace for Prythian, after they’ve worked so hard to build it. Cade understands that, he does. But Ember would be his High Lady, someone who the Night Court would protect no matter what, just like they are with Feyre.

Cade realizes that his parents are looking at the immediate future, the possibility of destruction and death, all for a foreign princess who they do not care for. However, Cadewyn - and perhaps Amren too - can see the years and years of prosperity Ember would bring to Velaris. The two of them would be kind, just, and powerful leaders who would earn the respect and love of their people.

He sighs. Cade knows that his parents wish they weren’t asking this of him, that they regret ever making the treaty and forcing him into this position. He also knows that they believe him mature and strong enough to make the ‘right’ decision. And they are correct, he will make the right choice, just perhaps not the one they want.

At this point in time, however, it is most pertinent to appease them until he has a more solid plan. Cade closes his eyes, like his father had moments ago, and takes a deep, calming breath. He dips his head down a bit, as if he’s thinking extra hard about something, before raising his face with a stern expression. “Would you allow me to sleep on it? This is a very big decision I must make, and I need a little time to think.”

Rhysand lets out a relieved breath, a small smile gracing his features as Feyre squeezes his hand comfortingly. Cade doesn’t like causing his parents pain - just as they do not enjoy inflicting it on him - so knowing how fearful Rhys had been, made Cade’s heart twinge. “Thank you, son,” Rhys replies, “Of course. Go rest up, we’ll be anxiously awaiting your response in the morning.”

Cade’s mouth is set in a straight line as he stands, barely seeing his parents as bright turquoise and gold eyes flash through his mind. He nods to each of them, and then to Amren who is watching him carefully. He measures his steps towards the door, making sure to not falter, and lets his hands hang loosely at his sides. He has a hand on the doorknob, grip tightening infinitesimally, when Feyre calls back to him.

“Perhaps before going to bed,” she suggests, “maybe stop by your aunt and wish her a happy birthday?” Cade almost feels guilty for having completely forgotten about the date. He will talk to his aunt, even if it is for only a short time.

The smile on Cade’s lips is not forced as he responds, “Of course, mom. Good night, I love you.”

His parents reciprocate the words and then Cade is out the door and silently clicking it shut behind him. However, the thin wood does not prohibit him from hearing what happens on the other side. He hears both of his parents sigh in relief.

“I hated that,” Rhys mutters, and if Cade could believe it, he thought he heard his father rest his head on the table. He can almost imagine his mother rubbing calming circles up and down his back.

“I know, I did too,” she soothes. “But it’s for Velaris, and for his own good. We’ve seen Ember. She’s skilled and powerful but is so tightly wound, she could explode any minute. We can’t have her endangering Cade or the Night Court with her secrets and schemes.”

Cadewyn has to work very hard to restrain his growl. Then he hears Amren speak. “It is true that the girl is unpredictable, but we’ve only known her for two weeks. I needed the full three months to assess her and without it, I can’t be sure whether she would be a hindrance or an aid to us if war comes.” Cade clenches his fists. They had been testing her. “Regardless, the plan is over, and it is in your son’s hands now. Both of you must trust him enough to accept his decision no matter what.”

His parents give a wordless reply that Cade is unable to hear. He rests his forehead against the cool wood of the door and whispers, “I can do this. Please trust me.” And then he pushes away and down the steps into the kitchen.

He places a somewhat troubled but nonviolent expression on his face as he sees Nesta and Cassian sitting there, the former drinking a glass of wine as she stares out the window. Cade clears his throat and they turn to him. Cassian’s face stretches into a hesitant smile, Nesta’s gaze searching his own. He has always had a strong connection to his aunt, what he thinks might be from Nesta trying to do better with him than she did with his mother.

“Happy birthday, Aunt Nesta,” he finally works up the courage to say. Nesta remains staring at him, expression devoid of emotion as she swishes her wine in the stemless glass. Cade works exceptionally hard not to fidget under her gaze, and keeps his expression impassive, trying not to convey his inner turmoil. He will be able to do that in the comfort of his room. Now that he is away from his parents, the pull in his abdomen is back in full force. He has no idea how his father put up with this for months. Cade briefly wonders if he could get used to it with time.

Eventually, Nesta sets down her glass and stands from her stool by the bay window. Cassian looks at the space between them warily as it quickly shrinks while Nesta approaches him. She’s standing right in front of Cade, tall enough to look him in the eye in her heels, when his aunt pulls him harshly into her arms. She never did get the whole ‘gentle hug’ thing, but Cade melts into her embrace anyway.

She holds him there for many seconds - Cassian’s jaw drops as he watches - before she turns her head to kiss the side of his own. “It’s gonna be okay, little bat,” she whispers, using her nickname for him and Brexton. Then, she pulls away, keeping his gaze locked on hers as if trying to convey some hidden meaning. “Go to bed, Cadewyn, we’ll see you in the morning.” He could have imagined it, but Cade thinks that she may have put a small emphasis on the last word. She holds his stare for a few moments longer, then picks up her wine glass and sits back on her stool. Nesta turns and stares out the window again, as if he had never been there.

Wordlessly, Cade nods, trying to recover from the short bout of affection. He turns on his heel with a quick salute to his uncle, and then marches for the hallway that leads to his room. Thankfully, he doesn’t pass any other people on his way, pushing the door open and locking it behind him. As soon as the latch clicks, Cade’s facade drops.

He sinks to the floor, his back sliding along the rigged surface of his door. Cade pulls his knees up to his chest and rest his forehead on the top of them, scrunching his eyes shut that he might hold in the tears threatening to slip. So much had happened in the last twelve hours, he barely believes it.

Quickly, Cade runs through the events in his head. He came back to Velaris. He found his mate. He spent all day with the woman he is meant to spend the rest of his life with. She was sent away. Now, he’s being told that he can never see her again or there will be a war.

Cade lets out a string of curses, banging his head against his door a couple times. His mind drifts to Ember. He’d felt her through the bond. Felt her. He’d known of her fear and distress from across the world. She is undoubtedly getting the same talk from her parents, and Cade lightly tugs on the little part of her mind that he latched onto a couple hours ago. Immediately, she clamps down around it, as if afraid he was trying to pull away.

One word suddenly shoots down the bond like a lightning bolt. ‘No.’ She commands, thoroughly shaking Cadewyn to his core. Gently, Cade caresses her mind.

‘I’m not going anywhere kindling,’ he murmurs down the bond. Instantly, a jolt of annoyance but slight pleasure resounds back to him. Despite himself, Cade smirks a bit.

There is no way he can leave her. Absolutely no way.

Suddenly, as if she had grasped his talon and tugged, Cade is being invited into her mind. He shows no reluctance, following her until, while his body remains in Velaris, his soul is across oceans and countries and in Terrasen - in her thoughts.

...

The feeling of another person inhabiting her brain is just a bit disorienting for Ember, but she has to keep concentrated on the matter at hand. She will not allow Cade to distract her. She had called him here for two reasons; so that he could find out what is going on if he doesn’t already know and because as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted him here, with her, as a hand to hold on to.

As if in response to that thought, Cade sends a feeling of comfort and warmth down the bond. It courses through all of her limbs, settling in the tips of her fingers, restraining her from curling her hands into fists as she addressed her parents. “I want to be with my mate.” She says firmly for the third time. She feels Cade’s sense of shock at her words, and the joy that follows.

‘You know?’ He asks quietly in her mind, disbelief and happiness laced through the words.

‘Ever since you first said hello to me’ she responds, not taking her eyes off her parents.

‘Well that explains why you were so weird this morning’ he mutters jokingly. If Ember could mentally stomp on his foot, she would.

Aelin sighs, dragging a hand through her blonde hair. Sometimes, it felt like Ember was looking in a mirror whenever she faced her mom, but at the moment, Aelin’s advanced age shows. She has rings under her eyes from worry and little sleep. Her Ashryver eyes - usually perfect matches to Ember’s - have years of wisdom and experience shining in them, experience her parents have done everything they can to shield her from. They desperately do not want her fighting a war that does not need to be fought.

“I know you do, my little ember,” she says in a tired and placating voice. “But we have to do whats best for Terrasen.”

“Was marrying dad what was best for Terrasen?” Ember shoots back. They’d been at this for hours, going in circles trying to convince each other that their cause was the greater one. Both mother and daughter were starting to dig a little bit deeper with each round. Aelin has Rowan on her side, his large hand carefully placed on her shoulder as he looks at his daughter with sympathetic eyes. She knows that her father would never wish a fight with his queen on anyone - much less Ember. But now, the princess has her mate with her too, her anchor to stay levelheaded.

“Emberlei,” Rowan voices a warning.

Aelin grinds her teeth. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t I?” Ember raps her nails along the oak table, still feeling the warmth of Cade in the pads of her fingers. He is watching the whole exchange from her mind, slowly gathering where the conversation is headed. “I’ve heard the stories, mom, all of them. When you were going up against Erawan, weren’t there other, much more influential and prosperous pairings that could have been made. Princes and kings and dignitaries from rich countries with large armies that could have helped sway the war in our favor a lot faster than with dad?” She is playing on dangerous territory and she knows it, but she is not stopping. “This is the exact same situation mom, don’t pretend like it’s not. War is hanging above out heads and either I stay with my mate and face it with him,” she sends a swish of affection to him, which he reciprocates instantly, “Or I leave him and show those other countries that they have power over us, that they can sway our decisions and make us do such atrocious things as breaking up a mated pair just by teaming up. That is not the way Terrasen rules, and you know it.”

Cadewyn’s pride in her words cause flickers in her core, forcing her to suppress a smile. ‘There’s my firefly’ he whispers into her mind.

Aelin’s lips are pursed, her eyes slightly squinted. Her scheming face. Almost instinctively, the Queen reaches behind her and pulls Rowan’s hand up to her lips, placing a small kiss of the silver and green ring that circles his fourth finger. “Go fly, Ember,” Her mother says after a couple silent moments with a resigned sigh. “We both need to breathe for a little while. We’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

Ember doesn’t need anymore prompting than that. She stands from her chair, inclining her head to both her parents and pushing out the war room door with a huff. The hallway is completely empty, but her mind is not. Cadewyn is silent and she knows he has a thousand questions. ‘Meet me on the top of the Staghorn Mountain,’ she tells him, knowing he’d been there before and therefore will be able to winnow.

The princess reaches the door to the garden just as she feels his presence disappear from her mind - all but that one long talon that still clings to the outside. A quick flash of light and she shifts into her phoenix, flapping her wings furiously towards the mountain where she knows her mate is waiting.

The second Ember crests the last ridge, she’s shifting back, and running into Cade’s arms the next. His strong arms wrap tightly around her frame, pulling her into his warm and loving embrace. Cade’s nose buries itself in her neck, breathing her in as she runs her hands through his midnight blue hair, something she’s been wanting to do since this morning.

They stay like that for what might have been seconds, minutes, or hours, they aren’t really sure. When Ember finally pulls back, Cade’s does not release his hold on her. His arms fall to rest around her waist, not allowing her to go more than four inches away from him. A light blush blooms across Ember’s cheeks.

“I can feel your embarrassment but it’s so dark I can’t even see your beautiful blush,” Cadewyn complains. It’s true, though the stars are out, the moon is nearly gone, casting the plateau they stand on in almost complete darkness. Quickly, Ember conjures a flame to hover above her palm at the same time that Cadewyn’s skin begins to... glow.

Her eyes widen at the ethereal light emanating from his body. Cade chuckles. “One of my mother’s many powers,” he explains. Ember extinguishes her flame and places her hands on either side of his face. This close to him, she can see everything from his high cheekbones to the small scar on his chin. She searches his eyes wonderingly, memorizing them over and over as if she will never see them again. Cade’s hands tighten around her hips when he hears the thought.

“Get out of my mind,” she hisses, “I’m trying to admire you.”

Cade lets out a short laugh again, leaning forward to touch the tip of his nose to the tip of her own. “Sorry, kindling, I can’t really help it. You’re kind of screaming the words down the bond.”

“I wasn’t meaning to,” Ember murmurs, suddenly feeling self conscious. She glances away from him, hoping that perhaps without direct eye contact he won’t be able to hear her thoughts.

Cadewyn lets out a small growl of disapproval at the gesture. “Please look at me,” he whispers. She immediately meets his gaze again. “I don’t want to miss one second of those gorgeous eyes.” Even as he says it, his stare flickers to her lips, which Ember promptly bites nervously. “I truly did not do them justice,” he murmurs when his gaze finds her own once more. “In any of my paintings.” Her cheeks heat at the intensity of his stare, making Cade lean forward and just brush his lips against her cheekbone. “I’ve wanted to do that since we were five.”

“Kiss my cheek?” She asks incredulously.

Cade shrugs. “It was the only thing I knew you could do with a girl back then.” Before Ember can ask what he wants to do now - when he knows all the things to do with a girl - Cade’s gaze meets her forehead. One of his hands leave her waist to sweep along her hairline, just where a small white scare lies. “I did that to you,” he murmurs, regret pooling in him violet orbs.

“I forgive you,” Ember replies immediately, her tone soft and soothing.

Cade looks at her again, both his hands dropping as he takes a step away. Ember immediately misses his warmth. “Ember, I need to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest.” She nods. “Would you be... happier if we went our separate ways? If I went back to Velaris and you stayed here and we never saw each other again, if we lived by the rules of the treaty and,” he sucks in a breath, like it hurt him with each syllable he uttered, “and found other people.”

Ember’s entire body revolts at the thought. Her heart is pounding faster than it ever has as she tries to process his question. Her soul is convulsing at the mere mention of being ripped away from its other half. Cade stands perfectly still as he waits for her answer. That is, until he sees the tears that prick her eyes.

Cadewyn is across the space between them in an instant, clutching her body against his. Ember’s fingers fist in his shirt, trying to find some semblance of structure, of sense. It takes her two seconds - two seconds longer than it should take a future queen but two seconds nonetheless - to gather her wits and detach herself from her mate. She smooths down his shirt a couple times and steps out of his hold, clearing her throat.

“No,” she responds, loud and firm and clear. “That would not make me happier.” Cade’s body sags with relief. “I don’t understand it, because my sister has always been the one who understood mates more than me, but this bond is strong. I don’t feel like I’ve just met you this morning. I feel like we’ve known each other forever, and have just been slowly clawing our way back to one another.” She takes a deep breath, calming her racing nerves. “I don’t want to be fighting my way to you for the rest of my life. I just want to be with you. No matter what challenges we must face. I want to face them with you by my side.”

That was all Cadewyn needed to hear. She is back in his arms in a matter of moments, their faces centimeters apart as they stare at each other by way of Cade’s still glowing skin. “I have waited,” Cade whispers, his breath fanning across her skin. “For fifteen years to kiss you.”

Ember smiles. “Then what are you waiting for?”

And then his lips are connected with hers, and the whole world feels like it’s on fire.

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