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[throneofsapphics]

pls pls reader is Rowan’s ex and they haven’t seen each other in 7 years so when they finally do meet again he’s already mated to aelin but then Rowan also stumbles across reader’s 7 year old daughter who happens to look exactly like Rowan

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ex Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Summary: you and Rowan meet again after seven years.

Warnings: none I can think of

A/N: thank you for the request!! this now is continued as poly!rowaelin.

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You moved to Antica specifically to stay far away from Wendlyn, and stayed to put distance between you and Terrasen. You thought it would be the best place to … not necessarily hide, but to avoid unwanted attention. Your daughter had very distinct features, and even the two of you stuck out somewhat here, but the locals didn’t seem to pay much mind to it. Especially considering your mother had been from there, even though your father was Fae, from Wendlyn. It made it easy to blend in, even in places where your kind was still regarded with suspicion. 

As soon as you learned you were pregnant, you fled. Anything to get her far, far away from Maeve, even if it meant leaving Rowan, and hiding it from him. Not that you’d been very official, both of you knew it was a temporary arrangement, but even something temporary can turn into a permanent reminder. 

The royal visit was announced, and you couldn’t flee the city without looking suspicious. You’d spent the last seven years avoiding attention, and knew any day this could collapse on you, sweeping in to uproot both of your lives. 

“Aren’t you going to see them?” Your friend asked, head tilted. 

“No,” you said quietly. 

“I want to,” your daughter peeped up, and you threw your head back in a groan. 

“Come on,” your friend encouraged, “I’ll go with you.” 

The excitement on your daughter's face kept you from pushing against it. The next few days, all she could talk about was seeing Queen Aelin of the wildfire. The legendary war hero. And her King consort. You should’ve told her the truth, but every time you went to bring it up - something else distracted you. 

-

Rowan caught a glimpse of silver hair, and the flash of a familiar face before they disappeared into the crowd. He could be seeing things, but he doubted it. Still, what would you be doing this far away from Wendlyn? Your mother was from Antica, he remembered, but you didn’t have any reason to leave the roots you’d established near Varese. Any reasons he knew of.

“There’s someone I need to find,” he told Aelin later that night. It stuck in his mind for hours, and he needed to figure out if it was actually you. Normally he wouldn’t care, but an instinct pricked the back of his neck, and those instincts served him well so far. 

Aelin eyed him with suspicion, but agreed, and they snuck out of the palace, sticking to the shadows to make their way through the streets as he tracked your scent, still familiar to him - even seven years after he’d last seen you. 

Laughter came from a front garden, a child running in circles, one female - you, and a human woman sitting on a bench. 

The child. Aelin took a sharp breath next to him. Silver hair, green eyes. Female, but a near replica of him. Aelin’s arm wound under his shoulders, he hadn’t realized his knees buckled. 

Alarm shined on your face as you took in the two of them. Your daughter scurried behind you, head peeking out behind your legs. 

Hidden, you’d fled to hide her from … her. Just like Aedion had been hidden away. 

“Rowan,” Aelin said quietly, catching his attention who is she? Her eyes asked. 

Y/n. We dated several years ago, he replied. Aelin let out a small hum, he’d told her about you before. Told her everything. 

“I’m leaving,” you shifted back and forwards on her feet, hands clasped in front of you. Rowan knew this day would come. Maeve’s bloodsworn didn’t have long-term relationships. Not with the danger, more with Maeve’s reluctance for them to become entangled with anyone. Attached anywhere that might split their loyalties. 

“Alright,” he replied, keeping his expression neutral. Your beauty struck him first, followed by your kind disposition, and finished by your sense of wit and intelligence. In another world, perhaps he could’ve built a life with you. 

Your face fell briefly, but you gave him a small smile before turning on your heel. Something was wrong, off, and he couldn’t quite figure out what. 

“Wait,” he said before you went far. Your shoulders rolled back, and you turned to face him. “Where will you go?” Instinctively, he knew you meant leaving the area, not just him. 

“Here and there,” you hedged, and took off again. Rowan didn’t chase you, if you wanted to leave he could let you go. It was about time, anyway. Maeve had become suspicious recently. 

Aelin didn’t seem jealous, if anything she seemed curious and … maybe excited. 

“Your majesties,” you murmured, dropping into a low bow. It felt wrong to him, to have you giving such formal greetings. 

“No need,” Aelin smiled warmly at you, you returned a wary one. 

“Is she ..?” Rowan asked, even though it was obvious. 

“Yes,” you swallowed. Your … their daughter had stayed back, holding on to the hand of your friend now. You unlatched the gate. “If you’d want to come in,” you waved an awkward hand behind them. Thankfully, Aelin took the lead and strode right inside.

Your eyes met his, lips pressed into a tight line, before you looked away. 

“Come say hello,” you called to her. She seemed to gain some courage, and bounded back towards you. 

Still half hidden behind you, she dropped into a curtsey. Aelin crouched down and held out a hand, introducing herself, and she took a few hesitant steps towards her. Aelin always had an easy way around kids, and his … daughter was no exception. Your friend came over, introducing herself and managed to lead both of them away, as if sensing he needed some time to talk to you. 

“She was looking forward to seeing your Queen,” you murmured quietly. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” 

“I didn’t plan to,” At least you were honest, even if his chest grew tight. He had a right to know his child, to help raise them, to protect both of you. “At first,” you caught his attention again, stopping his train of thoughts. “I considered it after … things changed, but I didn’t want you to feel obligated.” 

“She’s my daughter. It’s an honor, not an obligation,” the words flew out before he could think clearly. “I should be there to -” 

“We don’t need anything,” you cut him off. 

“That’s not,” he let out a slow breath, “I want to help.” Saying he has a right to help raise her probably wouldn’t gain him any points in this case. 

“We live on different continents.” At least you weren’t outright rejecting it. He fought the urge to ask you to move closer, to Terrasen - where he could make sure the two of you were safe. Where the past was less likely to be repeated. 

“She’ll be in danger if anyone finds out. You both will.” 

Sure, peace had come, but there were still enemies out there. Still people who didn’t like him or Aelin. Even with a different mother, she would have a claim to the throne if she wanted it. His Fae instincts raged at him, to take both of you away from here - to hide you from any threats or harm, and it took most of his self control to shove them down. 

“They don’t know,” even you looked hesitant, as if you didn’t quite believe the words. With their visit, it’s likely at least a few people will put together her relation. The features are quite distinct. He pinned you with a look, calling your bullshit. Your mouth indented at one corner as you glanced back at him with a shrug, “It would be too much to hope for things to be simple, wouldn’t it?” 

It really would. 

He watched Aelin, a small flame in her palm, delight showing in the small girl’s eyes. She turned her palm, a small gust of wind extinguishing the flame. Maybe on instinct, Aelin looked at him with raised brows. Apparently his daughter had inherited his own magic. Pride filled him, along with caution. Someone would need to train her. 

-

You had a sad smile on your face as you watched the Queen of Terrasen with your daughter. Not once had you entertained the idea of Rowan returning to you. But, maybe you could co-parent with them somehow. With her origins obvious, someone in the city would begin to put the pieces together, and you knew she needed someone to train her in magic. 

There really wasn’t a better option than the male standing next to you. When you first saw him, it felt like you were seeing a ghost. A distant memory, come circling back in your life. 

You laid in his arms, head against his bare chest as he ran a hand down your back. How many people got to see this side of the feared warrior? You were definitely in the minority. A few minutes later, and you rolled off him. One hour til you had to be at work. It was one of the few weekends you both had free, and it came to an end all too soon. 

“When will I see you again?” You asked as he tugged a spare tunic from his pack. The answer would be the same, would be what it always was, but you still asked. 

“I don’t know.” 

The next time you met, only a few weeks later, you already knew a small life form had begun to grow inside you and had made your decision.

Things had been too peaceful the last seven years, too simple, and it felt like you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Her daughter was intelligent enough she knew she’d already put the pieces together, and that she’d have several questions to ask later on.

“What happens next?” You asked him quietly after a few minutes. 

“We can figure it out tomorrow.”

#throne of glass imagine #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass drabble

[nightcourtseer]

For Elriel Month 2023: The darkness lets the light shine.

Summary: Elain and Azriel discover they are carranam, but not without almost near disastrous consequences.

Words: 4,100

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Again, Azriel’s slight nod seemed to say to Elain. Try it again.

So she did. Gripping the hilt of her blade tighter as she swung it through the air as elegant as any dance that Nesta had ever waltzed. Cutting through air like a composer through a complicated melody.

Good. The proud look in his eyes had her face flushing as she ducked her head in thanks, before beginning another set.

It had been a blessing, that they had ended up being part of the same expeditionary party. And even moreso, that they had slipped from under their High Lord’s watchful eye, and Lucien volunteering immediately to stay by Vassa’s side. Rhysand, Cassian, Nesta and Feyre had been leading the charge in the offensive against the human queen’s army, while Azriel, Elain and their otherwordly visitors had taken up the search for Koschei’s heart - not wanting to reveal their guests’ presence until absolutely necessary.

Plus, those guests just happened to have past experience in killing gods.

A pair of hawklike eyes belonging to one of those such visitors were trained on the pair from the edge of their modest encampment.

Azriel’s shadows whispered to him of this knowledge. The Fae Prince watches you.

The shadowsinger shooed away his companions, refocusing his attention on the female in front of him. Offering her all but the most innocent of touches as he guided her through the movements.

No words exchanged as they worked.

They only stopped when heavy footsteps appraoched. The looming figure of the Prince, the king consort of Terrasen, bowed his head to them in apology as he interrupted.

Azriel still did not know what to make of the pair - the queen and king who had quite literally fallen from the sky. All he knew was that he was tired of unexpected visitors quite literally dropping in on them.

His brow furrowed as he heard an ecstatic whoop sound out from somewhere among the tents as a burst of white light shot into the sky. The source of such power no doubt belonging to the red-headed female who had appeared first on the lawn on the River House, and taken too quickly of a liking to the fair-haired queen with curious eyes.

Azriel felt a headache coming on whenever he thought about what those two were getting up to when unattended.

Rowan stood before them, cutting an impressive figure as he stood even taller than Cassian. His emerald eyes flicked back and forth between Azriel and Elain, who had replaced her blade in her scabbard and now stood beside Azriel, quietly watching the Fae Prince back in turn.

“You are carranam?” Rowan questioned curiously, tilting his head as he focused his attention more fully on the space between Azriel and Elain. Light and dark, melding and bleeding together.

Carranam. The word floated through the air toward Elain, a whispered echo following it. Each syllable trembling with power. With rightness, Elain thought. Even though she did not know yet what it meant, or what it implied about her and the shadowsinger.

Something about it felt good, and right.

Carranam.

“What is that?” Azriel asked, brow furrowed.

Elain wondered if he felt it as well, the power that the word stirred deep in her chest. Higher than the thread tied to her rib that connected her to Lucien… rather, a gentle knock against her heart, throwing the beat off rhythm.

“It is an ancient word, in the Old Language.” Rowan’s deep voice rumbled, in what almost sounded like a repetition of words he had recited once before.

While he spoke, they were joined by another. The radiant queen of Terrasen, who never seemed to stop scheming, the wheels turning in her clever mind almost visible in the clear blue of her eyes.

Aelin approached them, golden hair flowing in the strong breeze like a wildfire. Those radiant eyes sparked with interest.

“I had previously only seen it utilized on killing fields, prior to this one,” Rowan reached out a hand for Aelin, eyes flicking briefly toward his mate. His queen.

“It’s difficult to explain, but if you are drained, your carranam can yield their power to you, as long as you’re compatible, and have established a blood connection.”

“And how did you discover you were carranam?” Azriel asked.

Aelin spoke, her bright eyes still aglow with a certain mischief Elain had come to attribute to the queen’s features.

“You don’t know until you try. It’s very rare, but we stand in front of you as proof of its existence. We have utilized it, and often do to this day to communicate without words.”

“Like daemati?” Elain asked quietly. “My sister and the High Lord are daemati. But we are not.”

Rowan shook his head. “No, we have spoken about this with them. This is something different. More… physical. More reliant on the language of one’s body to understand.”

Weighted looks. An unspoken language of small movements and glances and smiles and longing.

Aelin’s lip quirked. “Would you like to try and see?”

Elain hesitated, looking to Azriel. She could read his hesitation in the curl of his shoulders, the heaviness of his brows. Shadows close to his person, dense and slow moving.

“Perhaps we demonstrate first, buzzard?” Aelin asked, nudging Rowan’s arm and letting go of his hand to face him.

“Keep it light, Fireheart,” Rowan grumbled warningly as he turned to match her stance. “Not too far.”

“Of course,” Aelin acquiesced breezily with a wave of her hand.

Rowan sighed heavily.

Elain took a step closer to watch, at the same time that Azriel angled himself in front of her. Shadows peeling off of him to wrap lazily around her, as if waiting for the command to whisk her out of harm’s way at a moment’s notice.

She laid a hand on his tense shoulder. It will be fine. These are friends.

Azriel was still wary of the Queen of Terrasen. Often eyed her watchfully, as if he was trying and failing to estimate what her next move might be. As if afraid it would result in all of them bursting into flame.

“Well, ladies first!” Aelin declared smoothly, pulling a small blade from her waist.

Azriel’s arm shot out from his side to block most of Elain’s torso from view of the queen.

Rowan threw him a look out of the corner of his eye, an eyebrow that was white as snow raised.

“As I said, the connection requires an exchange and linkage of blood.”

This did not seem to offer any reassurance to the shadowsinger.

Elain watched, fascinated as Aelin pressed the sharp end of the knife into the skin of her palm, making a small but precise incision. Ruby blood soon rose to the surface. The queen held out that hand in offering while passing the blade to her mate.

Rowan took it without hesitation, making a small incision across his own palm.

“Ready?” Rowan inquired of his wife.

“Always,” Aelin responded with a smirk, pressing her hand to her husband’s held out for her.

Elain’s eyes widened as Aelin lifted her free hand, a small ball of flame forming and then surging, a column of fire spiraling up into the clear blue sky. Aelin and Rowan never lost eye contact, as the towering flame grew and grew until it almost seemed to reach the sky.

Azriel’s own eyes darkened as he watched, flicking to Elain’s as she stared in wonderment at the display, orange and red reflecting in her deep brown gaze.

When Elain couldn’t imagine the towering flame to stretch any higher, it slowly began to shrink, Aelin carefully retracting her pull from Rowan’s well of power gracefully and reducing the inferno to nothing larger than a candle flame.

Elain’s mind was spinning with possibilities, as she fought the urge to let her visions take over. If she could lend herself to Azriel like this, how much better their odds could be when facing Koschei.

She had felt, since turning, that there was more to her power than any one of them thought. She could often feel it stirring and growing inside of her - a seed sprouting deep and hearty roots, but not yet visible above the surface.

At this point, the confrontation with the death god seemed inevitable. No matter what Elain tried to tamper with in their decision-making, there were always flashes of a final stand off between the shadowsinger and Koschei, her by his side. Maybe as it had always been destined to be.

Rowan and Aelin let their hands drop, just after Rowan gave his wife’s a small squeeze. The wound already healing on their palms.

“You are older, yes?” Aelin asked, more of an affirmation than a question, pointing at Azriel.

“Aelin…” Rowan chided, trying to hide a grin.

“Sorry,” Aelin shrugged, not looking sorry at all. “You look tired, like Rowan.”

The smile dropped off Rowan’s face.

“Sorry…” Aelin echoed with a sigh. “My apologies, more experienced with your power.”

Azriel nodded his head sharply, even as Elain stifled a laugh behind her hand. The fire queen threw her a conspirational wink and approached the shadowsinger, while Rowan pulled Elain off to the side.

Rowan paused in front of her, looking her up and down carefully as Elain’s face flushed.

She could not have predicted the male’s next words.

“You love him?”

Elain jerked back as if physically struck, glancing nervously to see if Azriel had heard. He didn’t seem to have noticed her reaction or Rowan’s inquiry, eyes fully focused on Aelin waving her hands dramatically in front of him.

“Wha-?”

Her acceptance or denial seemed to matter not to Rowan as he let out a long breath.

“This can complicate matters, speaking from experience.”

“How so?” Elain managed to whisper, face still white.

“As a carranam, having feelings for the fae drawing from you can prove… difficult. It can help strengthen a connection, yes…” He paused, weighing his words.

“But it can also prove detrimental to you, as you offer yourself to him. When he draws from you, if you are, in fact, carranam, it can easily consume you, if you let it. The desire to offer yourself to him, help him, give of yourself to him until if there’s nothing left.”

Elain swallowed. “And if I do that, if I give too much?”

Rowan did not mince words.

“Then it will drive you mad, or kill you. You can decide which is worse, but I assure you, it is not a road which you would like to travel.”

Rowan spared a glance at Aelin before turning back to her.

“You must be a well, but also an anchor. Pull him out if he goes down to deep, for both your sakes.”

Elain nodded. She could do that, she knew she could.

“Alright. Then let’s give it a try,” Rowan gave her a small nod and led her to rejoin Aelin and Azriel where they waited in the center of the clearing.

The air had stilled around them, any breeze having disappeared. As if the world were holding its breath to see what may come about from the joining of Death and his gentle Fawn.

Elain offered Azriel an encouraging smile, as she saw the scrunch between his dark brows crease. He was worried, she knew. Worried that he could hurt her.

But he was just as curious as she was - desperate as she was, even, to discover if there was some other connection between them besides the love that blossomed over the past years.

And so Azriel pulled Truthteller from his belt. His gaze did not leave Elain as he let the sharp blade slide across the center of his palm, reopening the old scars that creased his skin like small mountain ranges.

When he was done, Elain held out her hand. As he had once held out his for her, to lead her into the garden.

He pressed the familiar blade into her hand, and it was as if it began to sing to her - an enticing melody of soothing and subservience that she had heard once before, that day they fought Hybern.

Home, it seemed to whisper. As if she were its owner as well, and not just a borrower.

The song was so striking that Elain did not even flinch as she drew it across her calloused skin.

“We don’t have to do this,” Azriel murmured, eyes honed in on the drops of blood smarting across the path of Elain’s heart line.

“This could be our answer,” Elain said, a soft smile gracing her features. “This could be the answer to what we’ve been searching for. Help turn the tide in our favor, if your abilities are strengthened.”

“I won’t use you,” he snarled softly.

“You won’t,” she reassured him. “But what future can we have together if we’re all dead.”

Azriel’s face set in a grim line. Knowing he couldn’t argue with her, as morbid as her logic seemed.

His palm was warm against hers, his blood mingling with hers as they made contact. Gently, he adjusted as such so that his fingertips interwove with hers, and then clasped together.

Light and dark, joined together by their hands intertwined.

Yes, a voice purred inside of Elain. Fading away before she had a chance to question it, to second guess this experiment.

It was through no decision of her own to close her eyes.

When Elain blinked, and then opened them once again, the outside world had faded away. Even the sensation of her hand pressed against Azriel’s seemed distant, more like a memory than a physical connection.

In this space, there was only an endless stillness that settled something deep in Elain’s bones. Quiet, at last, reminiscent of what she had only felt sitting with someone once. Someone whose darkness now caressed her spirit like a lover.

The world had tilted on its axis, as dark and light met and mingled softly, twisting and turning like the sun rising above the earth at dawn, or kissing it once again at dusk.

Light and dark. Sun and moon. Equilibrium, in every sense of the world.

Elain embraced the sensation she found, marveled at it. No visions pressing in beneath her temple. No overstimulation from heightened fae senses.

Only, peace.

Her power circled the other’s like two koi in a pond, dancing around each other and gently pushing and pulling.

Elain was so transfixed that she forgot she was meant to do something, something important. What was it…

She tried and failed to remember.

The feeling of a hand against hers was forgotten.

And then, a blinding light exploded. Peace was shattered like glass as an uncontrollable power exploded from an unknown source, pushing the peaceful darkness back and back and back, eating at it hungrily.

No, not an unknown source.

From Elain.

———————

Azriel’s head was thrown back, eyes closed. Cobalt siphons guttered and blazed, illuminating the overcast clearing in eerie blue light.

“Something’s not right,” Rowan growled, even as Aelin stepped closer to the pair.

The ground beneath their feet rumbled, and far across the clearing at the edge of the forest, a lone tree seemed to rot in a matter of seconds. Groaning and swaying even in the slightest of breeze that stilled the second that the Lovely Fawn had pressed her bloody palm to the spymaster’s.

A large, decayed branch fell heavily to the ground.

It was followed by another.

Rot and bloom and bones.

Life. And Death.

Something far away seemed to purr in the presence of such power. Something only recently hidden once again, stored away from prying eyes and thoughts, meant to be forgotten.

Elain’s eyes blinked open and Aelin Whitethorn Ashryver Galathynius actually stumbled backward.

Purely white eyes shot to the queen as golden light seemed to effuse from the very surface of the Seer’s skin.

“Holy gods,” Aelin swore quietly, regaining her balance and watching more and more of that golden light pour from Elain.

“Shit,” her mate muttered, panic darkening his emerald eyes. “She’s drawing from him.”

————-

“You’re killing him, Elain,” a deep voice spoke into her mind, or maybe it was her ear, as her spirit drifted somewhere else, digging deeper and deeper into the well of power that she had no idea had even existed.

I can’t control this, she thought desperately, clawing at the side of her mind as she fell down and down, further into that well of power and light and somewhere beneath it, a soothing, quiet place of darkness relenting to her.

It’s okay, a softer male voice echoed in her mind. Reaching all the way from that spot in her heart, from the fading darkness being violently flooded by light.

A pair of shaky, cool lips pressed a kiss to her forehead. As if to comfort her.

I love you.

It sounded more like goodbye.

Elain’s back arched as the strength of her power violently bent her spine, made her muscles seize as her body was no longer her own.

Yes, a smaller voice inside of her purred. Yes, this is right, this is good. Take, child. As you give, so shall you receive.

No, no, no, she moaned. This is too much, I’ll hurt him.

You do not need him for anything more than this.

I love him, she tried to scream back, but even her mental voice was weak and lost in the roaring tunnel as she fought to control her power. That unending dive into nothing and everything.

I love you, she pleaded back to the male voice in the darkness. Even though she knew not who she spoke to, she knew that her love for him overwhelmed her.

She fought to remember his name, forced it to the top of her mind. Her hand no longer felt where his touched hers.

Azriel. Yes, that was it. It was his voice who spoke to her. His darkness that she was devouring like a hungry beast.

He responded in turn, male and female voices lost in the in between, where the dark and light met.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

No, this could not be the last time that they exchanged those words. Not after all that they had been through.

No, Elain snarled. Whether it was out loud or merely to the voice dragging her down in her mind, she did not know.

Do not yield, Elain. A female voice pressed her from somewhere nearby.

You. Do. Not. Yield.

She would not. She would not let this to be the thing that broke them, that destroyed her. Too much waited for them on the other side of this war. Things that she had glimpsed interspersed between the violence of her visions - so soft it was if they were a mirage, and yet she latched on to them.

A feeling of the sun on her cheeks. The smell of a blooming garden. A scarred hand in hers. Endless little moments that could be theirs if they only held on.

She could do this. She could find it in her.

A scream howled out in agony as she fought that voice inside of her head, as somehow she found a foothold and held on for dear life.

Feeling began to return to her toes, to her fingertips where she could once again feel the larger, warmer palm still pressed against hers.

The light bursting forth from inside of her began to retract, leaving an empty space where the darkness once was.

As soon as her power released them both from its grasp, Elain opened her eyes, watching in horror as Azriel collapsed across from her as she fell to her knees. His wings bent at an odd angle beneath him, siphons guttered and empty.

Her shaking hand reached out for him, though it was all her weakened body allowed her to do.

Rowan and Aelin rushed forward, Rowan crouching over Azriel, checking the pulse on his neck and fingers, waving a hand over his parted mouth, while Aelin sunk to her knees beside Elain, Ashryver eyes clinically examining her for any external wounds.

Elain could hear Aelin asking her questions, but it was if the other female was speaking to her from underwater. A ringing filled Elain’s ear, the same panicked response that had overtaken her after she had sunk the blade into the King of Hybern’s neck.

Only now, it was not Cassian lying half dead in front of her, but Azriel.

Her Azriel.

As soon as she regained enough feeling in her limbs to move, she half crawled to him.

“What have I done?” Tears began to slip down Elain’s cheeks as she scrambled to touch Azriel wherever she could - pressing her tremoring hands to the pulse in his neck, his cold hands laying at his side, his barely moving chest.

Aelin crouched down next to her, the fae queen oddly calm with her resolute face set with a grim look, lips pressed together.

“This was not your fault, Elain.” The queen’s hand rested on Elain’s heaving shoulder. “He’ll be alright. He’s just drained, he’ll come to in a few minutes.”

“I- I couldn’t control it.”

Elain turned to the older fae with wide, panicked eyes. Hot tears continued to fall against her wishes, causing her cheeks to flush in embarrassment at her weakness in front of the legendary warriors next to her.

She was just a scared little girl. Nesta had been right, she could not be trusted to do anything more than sit like a pretty statue in the garden, drinking tea and doing as she was told.

What a fool she had been to believe anything else.

Rowan knelt down on Azriel’s other side, observing the pair across from him, silently watching over the group.

“Elain,” Aelin said firmly, gently grasping Elain’s chin in her hand to force her to look her in the eyes.

Elain’s body continued to shake, exhaustion and shock and panic holding her in a tight grip as she struggled to look at Aelin, only with great effort tearing her eyes away from Azriel’s unconscious form.

“We are not born knowing how to be rulers, or warriors, or wives or mothers.” Aelin’s teal eyes were alight as they held Elain’s in her grasp. “But we learn. We always learn. And so shall you learn this.”

“I am not strong enough,” Elain whispered fearfully suddenly exhausted.

“You have died and been reborn,” Aelin argued. “You are a kingslayer. You are a seer. You can do this, and we will help you. You are not alone, Elain.”

Elain thought of the male behind her. Of her nephew, safe back in Velaris, that is, safe if they fulfilled their mission. Of their family. Of their home, her home.

She found herself nodding as the tears dried on her cheeks.

“Good,” Aelin said softly, dropping her grasp on Elain’s chin.

When Elain turned back to Azriel, it was just in time for her to see his eyes begin to open.

A wild cry escaped from her lips as she fell over him, apologies spilling out as her curls fell around them both, her body curled protectively over his as Rowan turned away to give them privacy.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…” she repeated, her throat dry as she marveled at the color returning to his face, the light blue filling the empty siphons once again.

“You are incredible,” he managed to speak back in awe, a spark in his eyes even as he struggled to fully return to consciousness. Elain could have laughed. As if she had not just almost killed him.

She pressed a shaky kiss to his forehead, which was cool beneath her lips.

“I love you,” she mouthed as she pulled away.

Azriel offered her a weak smile as he gazed up at her through half-hooded eyes.

“I love you,” he echoed back to her silently.

She would fight, she decided as Azriel began to push himself up to his elbows.

For this, she would fight.

————

Back in the encampment, night had fallen and their group had returned to their respective quarters.

Rowan had just slipped under the covers when the flap to the their tent opened, and his wife slipped inside, a frown on her beautiful face.

He lifted an eyebrow, knowing he would not have to wait long to hear what was troubling his mate.

“If I had known what was between them, I might have advised against this little experiment,” Aelin huffed, looking at Rowan with a raised brow and crossed arms.

Rowan shrugged. “I thought it was obvious.”

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[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧

ISTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Neutral

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

Over 350 years old, Rowan is the King-Consort, mate and Carranam to the Queen of Terrasen, Aelin Galathynius. It is said that he is the most powerful full-blooded fae male in existence, with many abilities; one is the gift to transform into a white-tailed hawk. And he is still able to use his other abilities while in this form.

Before Aelin's time and when Rowan was aligned with Maeve, he believed Lyria, a flower-seller, to be his mate. The then-powerful Queen Maeve had created a pretend mating bond between the two. When called to battle, Rowan left his pregnant 'mate', and while he was absent, Maeve had her killed.

This kept the powerful male in line, and loyal to her.

The mating bond with Aelin didn't snap into place as soon as they saw/met each other. It took them a while to figure it out. However, the attraction to one another was there.

Rowan's personality seems cold at first, but he's quite an emotional male. He has deep love and concern for those he cares about, and will go to the ends of the earth for these people. He's ambitious, cunning but brave, heroic and wants to do right by others.

More quiet than outgoing, he's not known for being charming. But rather resourceful, knowledgable and in control. He's a man that knows what to do.

#rowan whitethorn fancast #witchthewriter #rowan whitethorn #rowan fancast #throne of glass #heir of fire #aelin galathynius fancast #aelin fancast #aesthetic #moodboard #witch the writer's moodboards

[princeofalderan]

I know for a FACT that it would take Rowan Whitethorn exactly two minutes to figure out that Lucien is Helion’s son and he would just casually drop it in a conversation like it’s no big deal

Rhysand: ‘Helion, meet Rowan Whitethorn, King Consort of Terrasen. Rowan, meet Helion, High Lord of the Day Court’

Rowan, narrowing his eyes: It’s an honor to meet you. *pauses* So, I suppose your son did not inherit his fiery hair from you.

#acotar #tog #rowan whitethorn #rhysand #helion #lucien vanserra #acotar x tog #i just know that since Suriel is dead #Rowan Whitethorn has to cross over to the acotar universe to provide them with the tea #throne of glass

[sassyhobbits]

Bloodsworn babysitter

my first fic in so long!! cant explain it, but writing has been difficult for me recently. still, i hope everyone likes this cute lil post-cannon fic. just a lil something to make ya smile.

enjoy!

~~~

Fenrys Moonbeam, the handsomest bloodsworn of the Queen of Terrasen (according to himself), was presented with a blessed afternoon of freedom.

The previous week had been rather busy. They had a new wave of guards to train, which wasn't a job Fenrys took lightly. He wanted to make sure every being who took up arms for Terrasen would perform when it came down to it. He wouldn’t stand for a moment of weakness, of foolish mistakes. Back in Doranelle, Fenrys had never been known as a hardass when it came to training.

But things were different now. He was critical, would snap at the recruits from time to time when they were messing around. Still, when Rowan came to train, he was always a bigger bastard. Apparently, being happily mated and married hadn't been able to change that about him. 

Between training, patrolling, and completing whatever tasks Aelin asked of him, he hadn’t had a minute to himself. Not that his king and queen had fared any better. The five year anniversary of the defeat of Erawan was approaching, and Terrasen would be hosting a ball in celebration. They had been busy planning the infinite details.

He had seen little of his friends recently with all that needed to be done. Today was no exception. Aelin had been complaining about the day filled with meetings for the last week. Fenrys knew she and her consort would be occupied until the evening.

However, the newest member of Terrasen’s royal family was completely free.

Aelin and Rowan’s daughter, Eliora, had been on this earth for eleven months now. She was the perfect mix of her parents. She had Rowan’s silvery hair and frown, and Aelin’s Ashryver eyes and bright smile. From the moment Fenrys first saw the little princess, he knew he would forever protect her as he vowed to protect her mother. He was also on a mission to secure his spot as Eliora’s favorite uncle.

He knocked politely on the door to Eliora’s nursery: a room that connected to Aelin and Rowan’s suite. A soft, femine voice told him to enter. And enter he did. 

Eliora’s nursery was warm and comforting. There was a crib nestled against the wall, a rocking chair tucked snugly in the corner, and a blanket sprawled on the ground covered with some of the princess’ favorite toys. There was a beautiful tapestry of the Lord of the North hanging on the wall, watching over the room diligently. 

Eliora’s nurse who watched her when the queen and king were occupied was a sweet, middle-aged woman whose deep brown hair was just beginning to be streaked with silver. She had Eliora in her arms, flashing Fenrys a large grin as he strolled into the nursery.

“Good afternoon, Lord Moonbeam,” she greeted. “The little princess just woke up from her nap.”

Said little princess cooed and smiled a wide, gummy smile when she laid eyes on Fenrys. 

“She looks well-rested,” he said, reaching his arms out.

“I believe she is,” the nurse answered, smiling at the babe before passing her to him. “And quite happy to see you it would seem.”

Eliora put her little hands on Fenrys' face as a form of greeting. He chuckled and smiled down at her, murmuring, "It's good to see you too, little light." He turned to the nurse, tucking the babe close on his hip, a movement he had seen Aelin make countless times. "I'll take her for the rest of the day, if that's alright with you."

It wasn't uncommon for Fenrys to watch the little princess when Aelin and Rowan were occupied. Everyone in the palace knew that their king and queen trusted him with their daughter. 

"Are you sure, my lord?" the nurse asked. "The queen and king won't be done until this evening."

"More than sure," Fenrys said. "I have the whole day planned for us."

The nurse laughed softly and nodded. "Very well then, Lord Moonbeam." She reached out, tickling Eliora’s sides. "I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow, princess."

Fenrys said farewell and the kind nurse swept out, leaving him alone with Eliora. He looked at the little princess, brows high and a wide smile on his face. "You ready for some fun?"

Eliora grinned back, showing off her few teeth in a manner that told him that she was more than ready.

~~~

Fenrys remembered the months leading up to Eliora’s birth. And how tense it was.

It had started out with cheers and smiles and congratulations when they learned that Aelin was with child. Rowan, obviously, quickly took his "territorial Fae nonsense", as Aelin liked to call it, to a new level. He was on edge the entire time, attached to his wife's side as if his life depended on it. 

During that time, Fenrys had gotten quite good at learning new ways to push his buttons. He could push the king to the edge, but never far enough to lead to getting his ass kicked all the way across Orynth. Only enough to make him snarl in a manner that he and Aelin giggled at later. 

Fenrys knew that as the months of Aelin’s pregnancy went on, as her stomach grew and her feet got sore, Rowan’s constant presence and hovering began to get to her. Yet, they both knew where the king’s nerves about the pregnancy stemmed from. He had already lost one mate and unborn babe. So, Aelin endured it. 

Though, it only got worse as they got closer to when the birth would happen. Aelin’s mother had almost passed into the Otherworld giving birth to her. Though he had tried to play it off, even Fenrys was nervous.

But, Yrene had traveled to Orynth. Which meant that Aelin was in the best hands on the continent. 

When Eliora had decided it was time to come out, Fenrys had sworn the entire kingdom came to a standstill. Aelin and Rowan went into their suite along with Yrene and the best healers in Terrasen. Though part of Fenrys wanted to be there beside the queen he served, he knew it was not his place. Instead, he had waited outside the door, pacing and nervous. 

He flinched at every scream and cry of pain that echoed from the other side of the door, bringing back unfortunate memories of their time deep beneath the palace of Doranelle. Another time when he heard her screaming and there was nothing he could do about it.

But, he wasn’t alone in his stressing. Aedion, Lysandra, Elide and Lorcan were outside the royal suites beside him. Aedion paced the entire time, likely wearing a track on the stone floor. Lysandra was less destructive in her worries, attempting to keep their son, who had just turned three, distracted. Elide was trying to be the voice of reason, and though Lorcan wouldn't admit it, Fenrys had known he worried for the queen too.

But, after what felt like an eternity, Aelin’s screams ended, and a new one began. It was small and shrill, but Fenrys could hear the strength behind it. They all looked at one another, smiles breaking out on all their faces when they heard Yrene declare behind the door, “It’s a girl!”

A girl. The new heir of Terrasen was a princess.

It was still another hour of waiting patiently outside their door, listening to the new babe’s cries slowly fade away, soft voices murmuring to one another too quietly for even Fenrys’ sensitive ears couldn’t make out. And then…

They all stood as the door opened, revealing Rowan. His silver hair, which had grown a bit longer since the war, was in disarray. But… his eyes were bright. And there was a smile the likes of which Fenrys had never seen gracing his face. 

“Would you all like to meet her?”

They all filed slowly into the suite. The healers were cleaning up, Yrene sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking with the queen herself. 

Aelin was practically glowing in the late morning sun that filtered through the windows. Her face was bright with a grin that took up nearly the entirety of it, long golden hair loose and falling down the back of her white nightgown. And in her arms, no more than a bundle of soft pink blankets, was the new princess. 

Aelin looked to her court, her smile somehow growing even wider. Rowan sat down beside his wife, looking down at their daughter. The look of utter devotion on his face was something Fenrys would never forget. 

“Hello, everyone,” Aelin greeted. She sat up straighter, angling the bundle of blankets in her arms towards them. “Allow me to introduce our daughter, Eliora Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. Crown princess of Terrasen.”

It was then that Fenrys got his first look at Eliora. He never had much experience with babes, especially since Fae children were so rare. He knew they were small, but not that small. The child in his queen’s arms looked so… fragile. It was hard to believe that Aelin and Rowan, two of the mightiest warriors he had ever seen in his days, could make something so tiny. Her skin was still pink, the smallest puff of silvery-blonde hair on her head. Her eyes were screwed shut. It wouldn’t be a few more days before they learned that she had inherited Ashryver eyes. 

Aedion and Lysandra’s son was the first to meet the new princess. Then, his parents. Elide and Lorcan went next, and then finally, Fenrys said hello. 

“She’s beautiful,” Fenrys had said to the new parents. 

“As if I could make anyone who wasn’t,” replied Aelin, without a lick of humility. As per usual. She looked up at him. “Would you like to hold her?”

Fenrys blinked in surprise. “Me?”

Aelin snorted. “Yes, you. You saved my life, Fenrys. I wouldn’t be here without you… and neither would Eliora.”

Despite himself, Fenrys’ gaze snapped to Rowan. The king consort merely smiled and nodded his head. A mighty gesture, after all that he had been through. To show that he trusted Fenrys to hold his newborn. 

And so Fenrys allowed Aelin to place the babe in his arms, listening to Yrene as she instructed on the best way to hold her. Somehow, it made her seem even smaller. 

Fenrys felt the change in the room in that moment, as they all looked at the next generation of Terrasen. A bright light born from such darkness. Fitting, given her name. Coming from the Old Language, translating roughly to light. Perfect.

Though no words or vows were uttered in that moment, Fenrys knew they all looked upon Eliora and thought about all the hurt and suffering they had endured in their lives, and knew they would do everything in their power to ensure that their children would never face anything of the sort. 

Never.

~~~

Fenrys started off their day with a stroll through the Oakwald. In mid-spring, the forest was a sight to be seen. The grasses were soft, the wildflowers blooming. Kingsflame had been growing across the country since Aelin took the throne, their lovely red petals dotting the land. The springs and ponds were just warm enough to swim in if desired, though Fenrys felt as though he would never quite get used to how chilly the waters were in Terrasen. Even during the warmer months. 

They started with sitting in the grass. The princess crawled around a small clearing, grabbing at flowers and little stones. Fenrys made sure she didn’t put any of them into her mouth. 

She pointed and cooed at the little folk that lingered at the edge on the clearing, who even went as far to whittle tiny animal figures for the princess. Fenrys collected a wooden stag, hawk, and wolf by the end of the day, all which had delighted the little princess. Fenrys sensed the little folk would dote on Eliora as they doted on Aelin. 

Then, Fenrys scooped the princess up and they came upon a little warren of rabbits. Eliora observed them with her wide, Ashryver eyes, enchanted by their fluffy, white bodies.

They ended their time in the Oakwald with Fenrys holding Eliora above a little brooke, dipping her toes in the cool water and listening to her peals of jolly laughter echo through the forest. He always thought she looked like Aelin when she laughed. But when Eliora was upset… that was all Rowan.

He brought the princess back to the palace just as the sun began its descent below the Staghorns. He ensured there was no dirt on the princess, knowing he would never hear the end of it if Aelin found any later on, before allowing her to play with some of her favored toys. Upon the mantle, Fenrys placed the new gifts from the Little Folk besides some of the others that had accumulated over this past year: a wooden wyvern, fox, and horse alongside a bouquet of wildflowers the faeries managed to enchant to never wilt. 

When Eliora grew bored of her toys, Fenrys scooped her up and sat down in the rocking chair beside her crib. There, he read from one of her picture books. And when that tale ended, began telling some of his own. He didn’t know how much the little princess truly comprehended as he recounted stories about his past, about mischief he and Connall had gotten up to in their childhoods, about adventures he had and amazing things he had seen on his travels. He told Eliora stories about Rowan, about his intellect and bravery and loyalty. He spoke about Aelin and her cunning, daring plans. 

“You have pretty good parents, you know,” Fenrys muttered to Eliora, who appeared to be growing steadily sleepier, wide eyes struggling to stay open. “Some of the most amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

In answer, Eliora released a mighty yawn. 

Fenrys laughed lowly, rocking them back and forth before beginning to hum a half-forgotten lullaby from his youth. It was only a moment after that Eliora finally gave in to drowsiness, slipping into a sweet slumber. And, despite himself, Fenrys soon followed.

~~~

“How long do you think I can soak in my tub before it becomes a problem?”

“I can’t say I have an answer for that, Fireheart.”

Aelin frowned. “Part of me wants to lay in there all night but I don’t want to look like a prune by morning.”

Rowan smiled fondly at his wife. “Then maybe an hour in the bath. Just to be safe.”

“Will you at least rub my feet afterwards? It’s been such a long day.”

"We were sitting down almost all day."

She frowned. "So?"

With a heavy yet loving sigh, Rowan draped his arm over his mate’s shoulders, tugging her close to his side and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If that is what you want, it will be done.”

He sensed rather than saw the grin that spread across her face as they came upon the door of their suite. They both had missed their daughter greatly during their busy day, unused to spending this much time away from her. 

They strode into their rooms and instantly made their way towards the connected nursery. Even before they entered, they scented the air and knew that Fenrys had relieved Eliora’s nurse of her duties earlier that day. Still, the night air was quiet, which suggested that the little princess had already fallen asleep.

“Do you think we should just promote him into Eliora’s governess?” Rowan asked only half-teasingly. 

“As much as he would enjoy that, I like Fenrys in his current position in the court.”

They turned the corner, crossing the threshold into the nursery, and the scene inside. 

Fenrys was in the rocking chair besides Eliora’s crib, the babe sound asleep in his arms while he read. Aelin instantly recognized the cover as her own current read, meaning that her friend had nabbed it off her bedside table for himself.

Fenrys looked up as the queen and king entered, holding the book aloft. “Rowan, have you seen the kind of filth your wife reads?”

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest. “I have, and also happen to know she would be very upset if you lost her page.”

The Wolf of Doranelle glanced at his queen in mock-offense, placing the book over his heart. “I would never lose your page, Aelin. But I am further along than you. Just wait until chapter 32. It gets very interesting.”

“I look forward to it,” Aelin said, striding across the room and taking her book back, double-checking that her page was marked before snapping it shut. 

“I was reading that!” Fenrys objected. 

“You can borrow it when I’m finished.”

It was then that Eliora released a tiny noise, the adults freezing in fear that they had awoken her. But, the little princess only seemed to make herself more comfortable, still snoozing peacefully. Nearly in unison, they all breathed signs of relief. 

Rowan strode forward, bending down and taking Eliora in his arms. There was nothing Aelin loved more than the sight of their daughter in his arms. She couldn't stop herself from pressing a soft kiss on Eliora silky hair, breathing in her scent.

"Thanks for taking such good care of her today, Fen," Aelin said, sending her friend a thankful smile. "I have half a mind to promote you to full-time babysitter."

"It's no trouble, as always. We were having a grand time." He flashed a lazy grin. "Besides, I want to make sure my position of favorite uncle is secured."

Aelin laughed while Rowan subtly rolled his eyes, carrying their father towards the crib and gently laying her down. "I think you've already done that." She paused, narrowing her eyes seriously at Fenrys. "If you tell Aedion I said that, I'll have you mucking out the stables for the next fifteen years."

Fenrys held his hands up in surrender. "I'll take your admission to the grave… but I won't forget it."

They lapsed into silence, watching the little princess as she snoozed peacefully. It was wonderful to know the Eliora lived in a world of peace and contentment, that the shadows that had befallen them would never touch a hair on her little silver head. 

"So," Fenrys said at length. "When are you two having another!"

"Eliora’s not even a year!" Rowan grumbled. "I think we can wait a bit longer."

Aelin smiled down at her daughter. "But not too much longer, I don't think. I want as many of these as I can get."

"Well, if you have a boy," the White Wolf began. "I've heard Fenrys is a very popular name."

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[tomtenadia]

Rowaelin month - Library of dreams

Rowaelin month day 12 - Rowaelin in the library he gave to her ( @rowaelinscourt​)

It had been only two years since the end of the horrible war that had gripped the land. Terrasen was slowly showing signs of recovery, but they were still a long way from the prosperous land it had been before the conflict. Aelin and her court had worked hard to keep the promise she had made on her coronation day. To  guard, nurture and honour Terrasen. Certain days it had been harder than other as Aelin spent hours on end in meetings with the council to try and improve things. On his part, Rowan had supported her and when needed he had attended to his courtly duties, although Aelin knew that he hated it very much. Rowan preferred manual labour so he had started working on the rebuilding plans and the citizens of Orynth and Terrasen were getting now used at seeing the king consort working hard to rebuild all that had been destroyed. Aelin had confessed that the people loved it and he had become very popular. A bit too popular, she would add as a joke. Rowan had also started training young magic users and some of the new recruits for the guards.

On top of that, the king consort had been working hard on a second project. As a mating present he had given Aelin a theatre and promised a library too. All of it with the funds he had recovered once Maeve was dead. He was prince of Doranelle once more and could afford to gift his mate with what she liked the most.

And that was where he was headed now. The library was in Orynth. It was meant to have the best collection of books in the north of Erilea. He had contacted scholars who had fled Terrasen after Adarlan’s invasion. They were going to bring back all the collections they had stashed away to prevent such treasure from being destroyed. With the help of Lysandra and Elide who had travelled back and forth from Caraverre and Perranth respectively he had set up sessions for young people to learn to write and read and for older folks to learn new skills. The library was going to be public. Aelin believed that everyone should have access to it for free. 

It had been a painstaking job that took almost two years. But now it was almost opening time and he was looking forward to show it to Aelin. They would have an evening just the two of them and then it would be followed by the royal inauguration. 

He reached the building and looked at the structure. The dome was made of glass and the outside walls were of granite. It was a stunning building. the main doors where in heavy local wood and had carvings that he had chosen personally. There was a stag, prominent, representing Terrasen, and beside it a flame that was Aelin. On the other door there was a hawk and a depiction of the Little Folk, marking the Fae heritage of the land. He brushed the woodwork and smiled happily. Aelin would definitely love it. 

Inside, the head scholar met him and quickly gave him an update and Rowan relaxed in knowing that all was on schedule for the grand opening. He wanted the library to open its doors on the second anniversary of the end of the war. He had contacted all of their friends and allies. All of this without his beloved wife knowing. A task that had proved hard considering her large network of minions. 

“Your Majesty, please, let me show you the main room.”

Rowan followed the scholar, hands behind his back while his eyes appreciated the beautiful work.

The two walked through a heavy door and once inside Rowan gasped. The room was circular and the walls were covered in books from floor until just under the edge of the glass dome. The shelves stacked with books and ladders leaning against the wall to allow people to access the higher levels. It was a dream.

“We have shelves in the middle too and a catalogue system too that people can browse.”

“This is incredible,” he breathed as he kept looking around him in amazement.

The man at his side motioned to follow him and Rowan forced himself to leave the room “these are the study rooms you have requested and we have created a way for people to register with us, obtain a card and borrow books too.” “Her majesty will be extremely happy with the incredible work you have done.”

The man bowed his head “this is a magnificent project and my colleagues and I are very proud to have helped.”

*

A week later Rowan was in the royal chambers and was getting ready. It was the evening he had planned to take Aelin to the library and was waiting for his wife to finish her bath.

Aelin appeared a few minutes later with a towel around her body.

“Why all dressed up, buzzard? Did Fenrys threw a function behind my back?”

Rowan moved closer and kissed the spot behind her ear “get dressed, fireheart. I have a surprise for you.”

“A chocolate one? Because for that we can stay in bed and have far less clothes on.”

“Get dressed, menace.”

She gave him a small bow “at your orders, my king consort.”

When it was time to leave he grabbed a cloth big enough “it’s okay if I blindfold you?” Two years might have passed but he knew that some of the trauma she had suffered in the coffin had never actually fully left her.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

The carriage ride lasted a good ten minutes and Aelin had sat at his side with her hands in his. He felt bad for blindfolding her but it was meant to be a surprise.

“We are here, fireheart. It’s almost over.”

With extra care he guided her off the carriage and through the door. No one was going to be in the library. He had ordered to have the place all for himself and his queen.

He pushed Aelin at the entrance of the main room and finally removed the blindfold.

Aelin gasped and looked around speechless. She took a tentative step and lifted her head to stare at the never ending amount of books, at the moon light filtering through the glass dome illumniating the walls.

“Rowan…” she turned and looked at him still incapable of express what she was feeling. Rowan stared at her joy and his love for her grew even more.

“Your library, fireheart. It took me a while but I promised.”

“Ro, this is stunning. This place is incredible.”

He took her hand and started walking around the room looking at the various sections until Aelin burst out laughing “did you really create a corner with romance books?”

“Of course, I had to ask Lysandra for some recommendations but yes.”

Hand in hand they walked the entire perimeter while Aelin’s hand brushed the covers.

Rowan then took her to the old books section where the scholars had brought in some of the ancient manuscripts..

“Come,” he took her hand and guided her to the spacious reading room. Along the walls there were shelves too but definitely smaller compared to the main room. There were tables with chairs and a couple of sofas. 

“The library will be open to everyone. People will be able to come and borrow books or just stay here and read.”

“I love this, so much.”

“There will be also session to teach people to read and write or help with anything they need. And this is only the beginning.”

Aelin walked to her husband and kissed him softly “after all the pain our land has suffered, this place is a beacon of hope, and I love it so much.”

Rowan chuckled and extracted something from his tunic.

“This is for you, it’s your library card. You have number one. The first user of this magnificent place.”

She leaned against him “now you are making all wet.”

Rowan laughed hard and lifted Aelin on the table “Library card,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love when you talk dirty to me, buzzard.”

“Books…” a kiss on her neck “romance books, mythology… books… books… books…”

Aelin gripped the hem of his tunic and pulled him, closer. Her lips crashing against his for a sizzling kiss “I assume we are all alone.”

Rowan nodded.

“Then I order you to celebrate this achievement with me, husband.”

Rowan lifted Aelin back in his arms and started walking back to the main room and deposited Aelin on the floor and ran away. He came back a moment later with a blankety and some wine and a white box.

“Buzzard…”

“I was prepared.”

He spread the blanket and filled two goblets of wine and then opened the box exposing a chocolate cake.

“Now I am really horny.”

Rowan’s boisterous laugh resonated in the empty room “you love chocolate more than me.”

Her hands brushed his hair now long once again “you are right behind, I promise.”

He leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

Chocolate cake and wine forgotten, Aelin pulled him down towards her “How much you want to make love to your wife surrounded by books?”

His reply was an avid kiss

Together they had a picnic in the library, celebrating life and dreams and the flicker of hope that was now burning brighter every day.

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[manonblaqkbeak]

Our Little Librarian

hello everyone, long time no see!!! this is my first fic written since march (!!!!) thanks to the fact that i’ve had the biggest reading and writing block for ages now, but seeing everyone upload stories for rowaelin month motivated me to write a fic of my own. hopefully i’ll be able to put aside some time to read all your fics before work gets too crazy with christmas (the joys of working retail lol).

anyhoo, this is for Day 12: Rowaelin in the library Rowan gifted Aelin. it’s nothing but fluff which i hope you enjoy! 

cw: pregnancy

It was half past two in the morning when Rowan woke suddenly, the open balcony doors letting in the fresh spring air. Sitting up, he examined his surroundings.

Norrin was sound asleep in his room across from his and Aelin's chambers, and he did not hear anything coming down the hall from Elentiya's bedroom.

It was his mates snoring that was absent, and her warmth.

Aelin often suffered from sleepless nights during her pregnancies and with their third child only two months away from being born, his Fireheart was getting less and less sleep lately.

But he knew that there would only be a few places she would be at this time of night—if she wasn't in the children's chambers, then she would either be in the kitchen making a feast (and an even bigger mess) or the library.

Lately, he had been finding her in the library, so he got out of bed and put on his slippers, checked on Norrin and once Rowan was satisfied that his son was sleeping peacefully and quietly, the King Consort left for the library.

It was one of Aelin's favourite places in the castle. And while the library was open to the public, she saw it as her place, her sanctuary, much like the Queen's Garden.

Although, truth be told, the Queen's Garden wasn't as peaceful as it used to be, not with two rambunctious toddlers that were half hellions and half angels (not that Rowan or Aelin would change anything about them—though they could live without the never ending trail of crumbs that followed them).

On silent, slippered feet Rowan made his way to the library, the scent of books both new and old making their way towards him as he stepped inside the magically lit up space, the swirls within the scones multiple shades of golds, reds and oranges.

Rowan heard Aelin's voice speaking softly, but he knew that she was talking to none other than her ever-growing belly as she often did during her pregnancies.

Rowan found his Queen within their special spot reserved only the for Queen and King of Terrasen, a space that Rowan had built with privacy in mind; the walls lined with built in shelves for Aelin and Rowan to have their favourites surrounding them, a midnight blue velvet sofa big enough for four stacked with pillows and blankets, a stained glass window to let in the sunlight, and a small wooden table with chairs. Aelin was often added more things to make it homely, the space often transforming to suit his mate's new found tastes and ideas.

The tension Rowan was unaware he was carrying, melted away when his eyes landed on Aelin. Her hair was braided away from her face, her Ashryver eyes dull thanks to the dark bags that marred her skin. Her hand glided up and down her belly, and the rest of her was covered with blankets and piled high against the pillows.

Rowan joined her on the sofa, lifting her legs and placing them in his lap. “What are you reading tonight?”

“Poetry,” she said, glancing at him, “all day the baby has been wanting me in here, reading what has to be the most droll poems I've ever come across. I think he's trying to convince me to give birth in here.”

Rowan smiled, a soft one that not many got to witness. “Our little librarian,” he said, it was their nickname for the third child, because ever since the cravings kicked in, Aelin didn't consume weird food combinations or body products (like the brief time during her second pregnancy, his mate had strangely wanted to eat chamomile soap), but had craved to read all manner of books all the time, no matter how many important meetings or events they had to go to—the library was where this baby wanted to be, and Aelin was more than happy to indulge him.

“Droll the poetry may be, but how is our little librarian taking to it?”

“He's loves it, since I've been reading nothing but the same book all night,” she said, a yawn escaping her as she finished. Rowan frowned as he really took in her dark circles, the slight stiffness in her shoulders as she absentmindedly fiddled with the book pages.

“Let's go to bed,” Rowan said, standing up and holding his hands out. Aelin placed the book at the end of the sofa and took his hands, the blankets falling to the ground in a graceless heap.

“That is a good idea,” Aelin agreed, nestling against her mate's side. “But when the babe kicks me awake because I've stopped reading to him, I'm blaming you.”

Rowan kissed Aelin's temple, breathing her in. “As long as you get a decent nights sleep, I'll take on any complaint you want to throw my way.”

“I'm keeping that in mind for the next thousand years, buzzard.” Aelin looked at him then, and smiled at the reminder of the blessed years that they were to have.

Rowan kissed her then, his free hand on her belly, as joy flowed through them both.

“To whatever end, Fireheart,” he said against her lips.

“To whatever end, buzzard,” Aelin said laughing as Rowan nipped her lips, and planted dozen of kisses up her glowing face.

~~~

That glowed remained for the reminder of the night and day, and shone even brighter when two months later she held their third son in her arms for the first time, Rowan's pine green eyes bright with love and adoration.

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[aelingyeoul7]

Was just thinking about what Rowan would look like a few years post KOA. I can imagine him with longer hair, a new facial tattoo probably smaller than the previous one and one that signifies his happy times with Aelin. I’m guessing he would have finally forgiven himself for what happened to lyria and won’t have to walk around in shame anymore. A new tattoo maybe on his arms signifying his new world with Aelin and maybe another one as a reminder of his past life, the mistakes he made and the people he loved and lost. I know he will definitely get a tattoo of his kids names as well.

Just randomly thinking about the King Consort of Terrasen 😊

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[acourtofcouture]

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, 17/?

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[goddess-aelin]

Dancing to a Happy Song

With a peace summit fast approaching, the court of Terrasen find themselves eagerly awaiting the arrival of their friends. Rowan and Aelin might have a surprise for their family when they get there. And a few surprises might be in store for the king and queen, too. 

Part 1: Preparations

FLUFF, so much fluff

Word count: 2k

Rowan Whitethorn always considered himself a patient male. He could stand for hours on a battlefield, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike, hunger and fatigue never bothering him. He patiently waited over 300 years for his mate, his true mate, to swagger her way into his life. And then he waited over two months to get that mate back from Maeve’s clutches. So yes, he was a very patient male, thank you very much.

This summit planning meeting was testing his patience, though. Especially when his wife and mate was currently laying in bed, sick to her stomach.

“Do you think we need a seating arrangement for the emissaries?” he distantly heard Darrow ask.

Gods, was this what Aelin had to sit through every time there was a court meeting? If so, he was thankful that his mate spared him from most of these duties. He would much rather be helping with swordsmanship, training the citizens who had just discovered their magic, or helping to rebuild the city. Anything but tablecloth colors and seating arrangements.

“Your majesty?”

He coughed, “Ahem, yes. I think that maybe a seating arrangement would be in order but before we make any solid decisions, I will run it by the Queen for approval. Can you get me a rough draft of the plans and I will take it to Aelin for her to browse when she feels up to it.” Maybe this would finally give him a reason for him to excuse himself from this madness. The only thing stopping him from rescheduling was the fact that both Lorcan and Fenrys were currently looking as bored and pained as he felt. It gave him a little bit of satisfaction.

Fenrys had been an undeniable help throughout the past five years. Not only was he a great asset to the court of Terrasen, but also to their foreign relations. He was one of the main reasons why this world peace summit was even happening. Rowan would be forever thankful to the male for what he did to help Aelin during her time with Maeve. But he would also be thankful for his ability in helping Terrasen create new alliances and trade partnerships.

Lorcan attended this meeting only due to his bi-monthly trek to Orynth where he helped get the armies of Terrasen in shape. It just so happened that this planning meeting coincided with his visit and he had the misfortune of being required to attend. Rowan knew that Elide would’ve liked to be there but taking care of their two year old son while being pregnant did not make travel easy for the young woman. So instead, she would make the two-day trek in two months when the summit began.

Rowan looked around the meeting room, taking in the green and gold banners that waved on a phantom wind. The green and gold that always reminded him of Aelin. Gods, Rowan should have been with his mate at the moment, taking care of her while she was sick. He was sure that he would be called an overbearing buzzard for fussing, but he didn’t care if it meant that Aelin would feel better. No one dared to question why the Queen of Terrasen was shirking some of her duties off to her King-consort and if anyone did, they kept those opinions to themselves. Rowan knew, though. No one else but him and a few healers knew the reason why Aelin had been a tad bit weaker and more prone to stomach illness. So yes, Rowan should be there with his wife, his mate, his fireheart; loving her and taking care of her and presenting her with as much chocolate as she wanted.

But instead, he was here. At this meeting. Which had been dragging on for about three and a half hours. He knew with the peace summit in less than two months, this planning meeting was a necessary evil, but he couldn’t help the fae part of him that was aching to take care of his mate.

The peace summit was supposed to be a meeting of all the world’s current leaders and dreamers, hosted right here in Orynth. With delegations coming from all over the world, it was important that Terrasen presented a strong, unyielding front. Rowan had already approved the list of invites, ranging from the King and Hand of Adarlan to the Khagan representatives to his cousin, the Queen of Doranelle. They were even sending invites to few places that he had yet to meet the delegations of. From far and wide, emissaries would arrive in a short two months to discuss the world’s most pressing issues and create new alliances.  Even if he hated the courtly politics, Rowan had to admit that he was excited to see his friends. He was most excited for Aelin to be reunited with all of the friends she made through her travels in her arduous 25 years of life.

Most of their friends had expanded families now, too. In Adarlan, Chaol and Yrene’s son, Troian, was four years old now. In Perranth, Lorcan and Elide had their two year old son, Callum, named in honor of Elide’s father, with another baby on the way. And Aedion and Lysandra had their newborn babe, Gavryn, aptly named for the warrior and father who fell too soon. Rowan was touched to hear their spin on his friend and brother’s name.

Rowan knew that Aelin was just as excited to meet all of the new additions to their family as she was to reunite with her old friends. Rowan only could hope that she was feeling up to the task by then.

He was brought out of his reverie by a messenger stating that he was needed in the royal chambers. Rowan quickly wrapped up the meeting and didn’t even try to hide his eagerness to leave. He said his goodbyes to Lorcan, who would be leaving the next morning to return to Perranth. To his dismay as he was quickly making his way to the stone stairway that would take him to the royal quarters, Fenrys caught up with him, a look of worry etched on his face.

“Is Aelin alright? You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”

Rowan’s annoyance dissipated at the fear that he scented. “Of course. I promise that Aelin is alright, she just needs rest.”

Fenrys didn’t look entirely convinced but didn’t say anything more. Rowan was sure that the male would’ve scented Aelin’s ailment already but given that the queen had been making herself scarce since Fenrys returned from his three month long trek to the western lands just a few days ago, Rowan supposed that he hadn’t had a chance to be in the queen’s company for more than a few minutes.

“Alright, I guess I’ll check in later then?” Fenrys hesitated. “Can you…just… if anything is wrong, can you come and get me? Please?”  Rowan gently put a reassuring hand on the younger male’s shoulder and gave a confirmation before he headed back towards the staircase.  

Rowan took the stairs two at a time and as he rounded the corner to the royal suite, he heard quiet murmurings. As he approached the door to his and Aelin’s bedroom, an older, brown haired woman exited the room and gave him a slight bow. With a tight lipped smile, Rowan moved to allow the woman to continue on her way.  He couldn’t help the flare of anxiety that bubbled in him, despite knowing the reason for the healer’s visit.

As he entered the room, Rowan heard nothing but the soft snores of his mate. He scented Aelin before he saw her, bundled in wool blankets on their large bed. Rowan quietly took off his shoes and weapons and crawled under the blankets with his wife. Aelin’s quiet snores halted as he wrapped an arm around her middle to pull her into his warmth. The healer may have just left, but leave it to his mate to fall asleep in the 30 seconds it took for him to enter the room. He couldn’t bring himself to care, however, when she was snuggled up to him like this. She deserved the rest.

Aelin slowly stretched and turned over to face him. Though her eyes were tired, a brilliant smile crossed her face at the sight of her mate. “So did my urgent note get you out of that boring meeting?”

Rowan chuckled. “It indeed did. I should’ve known that nothing was truly wrong.” He pressed a kiss to her nose. Her cheek. Her lips. “What was your excuse if anyone had asked what was so urgent?”

“Obviously that her majesty the queen needed an urgent foot massage.” Rowan couldn’t help his boisterous laughter at that. His mate never failed to make him laugh. And he couldn’t help the way his heart, even after five years of being with her, quickened it’s pace when he beheld her joy. He knew that feeling would never subside, even in ten years, a hundred, a thousand.  “And besides, it’s not like most of what Darrow was asking was that important, was it?”

“What do you mean?” He feigned outrage. “Seating arrangements are of utmost importance!” It was Aelin’s turn to chuckle as she rolled onto her back.

“How are you feeling?” Aelin could tell that despite his laughing exterior, he was switching into fussy mode. “And before you call me an overbearing buzzard, let me tell you that it’s very hard–” Aelin cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” she said innocently. Rowan gave her an incredulous look that told her he didn’t believe that one bit. “But I’m ok. I’m definitely feeling much better since I took the anti-nausea tonic this morning and the healer just left after giving me another. So at the very least I should be good to go tomorrow.”

“Did she say anything as to why you’re still having this nausea?” A furrow formed in Rowan’s brow that she kissed away.

“She said sometimes it just happens this way. Nothing is wrong, I just need time for it to go away. And rest, lots of rest. Besides, Yrene will be here in less than two months so if I’m still not feeling well, I can have her help me. She is Silba’s heir after all.”

Rowan’s eyes filled with love as his hand gently traced her brows, her cheek, her ear. He continued his light touches down to her collarbone, down her arm, peppering kisses with them. His hand finally reached its destination, where it stayed, and he added the gentlest of kisses to her slightly swollen belly. Rowan’s eyes rose to meet Aelin’s and they couldn’t contain their love and excitement.

“Only five more months until we get to meet you, little one.” Rowan spoke softly. Aelin started tearing up at the reverence in his tone. Rowan talking to the child in her womb was a nightly occurrence, one that never failed to make her cry. Stupid pregnancy hormones.  

“Rowan,” she whispered. As his eyes beheld the tears in her eyes, he placed gentle kisses to each cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, fireheart. And I love the little life we’ve made.” With the warmth of Rowan’s embrace, Aelin began to feel her eyelids drooping. With a final kiss to her forehead, Rowan gathered her tightly in his arms, his fingers tracing small circles over her belly and said “Sleep my love.” Aelin wanted to appreciate the love and care her mate was showing her but quickly and deeply, sleep pulled her under.

A/N: There will be three or four more parts to this fic so keep an eye out :) let me know if you want to be tagged for the next parts! Be prepared for some good ol’ remelle 😉

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[rowanaelinn]

Schemes

Warning: NSFW, language

Word Count: 3,8K

Rowan Whitethorn knew marrying a woman such as Aelin Ashryver Galathynius would be hard work.

She had never hidden her love for teasing and her wicked mind, and they both had been one of the thousand reasons he had fallen in love with her. She had been his light in a sea of darkness, and she still was, a hundred years later.

Most of the time, he didn’t mind her teasing. Sure, he pretended to be grumpy about it because he still was Rowan Whitethorn and he still had a bit of his reputation to maintain, as the King Consort of Terrasen he couldn’t really let everyone in the world know that his weakness was the Queen of Flames and Fire. Well, if he was being honest, it was too late for that. He just liked his reputation as a broody warrior.

But he couldn’t help but adore the way her eyes lit up and her smile shined like the moon when one of her great schemes went as she wanted it to. Sometimes he even pretended not to notice hints of what she was preparing just so he could see her smile when she managed to sneak upon him.

Today, though, was an exception. Rowan knew his wife, he knew his mate more than he has ever known anything, and he knew she was teasing him. He knew it, and it should have helped relieve his anger, but it didn’t. It made it quite worse, actually.

He was holding his drink, standing as still as a predator as he kept his eyes on Aelin. He knew she was aware of his gaze, he knew it was probably burning her skin by now, but she didn’t seem to care. No, Aelin focused on her dancing and laughed louder than necessary just to prove her goddamn point, and he had no idea what said point was. But she was a woman on a mission.

His hold on his drink tightened and he was actually surprised the glass didn’t break as Fenrys’ hand on his wife slid just a little lower on her back, grazing her backside. Rowan had always been understanding of his wife’s friendship with Fenrys. Both of them had experienced far more complicated things than one might think possible, and he knew it was normal for them to find comfort in each other, he didn’t care one bit about this.

But his limit was today when Aelin’s dress was past the definition of indecent and he hadn’t been able to touch her once while Fenrys had his hands on hers the entire night. That was where his limit stood. He couldn’t bear to see Fenrys’ eyes dip every now and then to Aelin’s plunging neckline or he couldn’t bear to see the blond’s smug smirk.

Aelin loved to make him jealous, it was one of her favorite things and he was aware of it. These were the schemes Rowan didn’t like, the ones where she did everything possible to wake up the possessive side of him. And for someone who pretended not to like territorial fae bastards, she did a lot for him to act like one.

The music was slow, and Rowan knew there wasn’t any space between Aelin’s hips and Fenrys’. Her hands were tangled in Fenrys’ hair, his head low enough for their foreheads to brush. If he was listening to his instincts, Fenrys would already be cold dead by now.

As much as he didn’t want to give in to Aelin’s plans, as much as he wanted to show her that her plan didn’t work, he knew he had already lost. Because he knew it was just a matter of time before she would make her way back to him and would tease him to no end because his jealousy was written all over his features.

He looked delicious tonight, he could admire that. Aelin had just bought this dress for tonight and hadn’t let him see it, he knew why now. She enjoyed these gatherings with their friends because it was the only time where she could dress as she wished for someone else than Rowan. He knew she loved being Queen, but he also knew that she hated the formal part of it. Hated that she always had to think about being decent, and it was asking a lot from the woman who happened to forget wearing underwear too many times for it to be an actual accident.

The dress was short, the neckline revealing most of her glorious breasts and the color… The fucking color. Aelin wanted to kill him, he was certain of it, because otherwise, she wouldn’t be wearing his favorite shade of gold outside of their rooms. She knew what the color did to him, she knew how hard he took her whenever she wore one of her gold nightgowns.

After another dance, Rowan couldn’t stand here anymore. Without regrets, he walked on the dancefloor and patted Fenrys’ shoulder, squeezing hard enough for the male to wince. “I’m going to take the next dance, boyo.”

Aelin arched an eyebrow, her hands letting go of Fenrys as he bent down to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, “Have fun.”

Aelin chuckled and Rowan had to keep himself from killing Fenrys right there. The next second, Aelin was in his arms, as close to him as she was to Fenrys. “Enjoying your night, buzzard?”

He only made a humming noise, keeping his eyes on her face. She had done her makeup beautifully, the lips painted in red driving him absolutely crazy. “Not more than you.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.

Roan looked around them, all their friends were present but all of them were caught up in conversation, even Fenrys was dancing with Manon. None of them were paying attention to Rowan and Aelin and it was exactly what he needed. He leaned a little more into her, whispering in her ear, “Tell me, Fireheart, did you dress up like this because you wanted Fenrys to fuck you?”

Her breath caught and Rowan couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how easy it was to make her lose her attitude, “Or was it me you hoped to get attention from?”

“It looks like I’ve succeeded.”

He spun her, interrupting their conversation before she came back to him, hitting his chest as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. “I don’t know. I like good girls, and you, Aelin,” He kissed her cheek, nuzzling her ear with his nose, “have been bad tonight.”

Her breath caught as Rowan chuckled, “Have I, now?”

Rowan made a humming noise, delighting in the way he could see goosebumps appear on her skin as his lips delicately brushed her neck. Her hands tightened their hold on his shoulder and he swore as he scented her growing arousal.

Wicked, wicked Fireheart.

“Ro,” she breathed.

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised as his hand shamelessly grabbed her backside, “Anything to ask for, maybe?”

She growled, “You know what I want.”

“Yeah, but you do love using that pretty mouth of yours,” he whispered, caressing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “So, use your words.”

She looked around them and nobody was paying them attention. The next second, Aelin pulled his hand toward a cupboard and closed the door behind them, clearly not caring that even with a door, everyone would hear what happened.

Her lips were on his as she devoured him with passion, her hands finding the hair at the base of his neck as she rose on her toes, curling her back to close all distance between them. “You’re so easy to make jealous,” she giggled on his lips.

Rowan pushed her body to the nearest wall, his body following hers as his hand delicately closed around her throat. It had been something Aelin had wanted to try for very long, but Rowan had wanted for her emotional wounds to heal entirely before he would be rough with her. She had whined about it, but he knew it had helped, even if she wouldn’t voice it.

Now, his hand slightly squeezing her throat was the perfect way to turn her on. She loved it almost as much as the biting.

She let out a low moan, looking up at Rowan, “I’m going to make you scream so hard, Aelin, that maybe it’ll finally get into your head who you belong to.”

She whimpered at this, and he kissed her, her mouth opening automatically, letting his tongue in her mouth. It was his turn to groan as he tasted her. She clung to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, parting her thighs enough for Rowan to drive his hips into hers, causing them both to moan at the friction.

He was already hard, he had been for a while now, and the way his hardness felt against her… He could die from this feeling alone. But he needed more, as he always did with Aelin, and she did, too. She rolled her hips as best as she could while Rowan left a trail of wet kisses on her neck and collarbone.

He couldn’t reach lower, but he made it up by massaging her ass, relishing in the small sounds that came out of her. Rowan knew that if he let her rub herself this way for a little more she’d come. Any other night he would have enjoyed the sight, he would have taken great pleasure in knowing he could bring her such pleasure even with his clothes on, but that’s not what he needed tonight.

His mind was clouded with desire, and her little dress didn’t help. It hugged every single one of her curves, the neckline so low it was surprising it still hid a little part of her breasts, “Where did you get that?”

She chuckled, her hips kept moving against his. “I had it made, I thought you might like it.”

He growled, kissing her hard. Hands on her waist, he stopped her movements, making her whine at the loss of friction. “Rowan,” she breathed.

Fuck, the sound of his name on her lips, the way he still wasn’t used at how good his name sounded with her accent… “On your knees,” he ordered her.

“I thought you were going to fuck me?” Oh, she was such a fucking smartass.

He chuckled darkly, causing her body to stiffen, “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, baby. I’m gonna start by that pretty mouth of yours and then,” he leaned into her so his hot breath would brush her hear, “I’ll fuck you, just as hard and rough as you love it.”

Aelin nodded eagerly, wholeheartedly agreeing with this plan. Rowan chuckled at the way she pushed him enough to get back on her feet and then fell on her knees right after, keeping eye contact with him.

She knew it was what he liked the most about this, the eye contact. He didn’t care about this act if he couldn’t look Aelin in the eyes as she took his cock in her warm mouth.

Aelin, as always, wasn’t one to take her time. Her hands went to his belt, undoing it as she kissed him on his navel. She slid down his pants and underclothes at the same time, freeing his member. She moaned lowly at the sight of him. It gave him a boost of self-confidence, enough for him to grab the back of her head and push her toward his erection.

Eagerly and without teasing, Aelin took him in her mouth. He couldn’t hold back the loud curse that came out of his mouth as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her muscles contracted around him and he threw his head back, his hands clenching in his Fireheart’s golden hair. “Fuck, Aelin.”

She moaned around him, gripping his thighs as she looked at him in a way he knew only too well. Fuck my mouth like you promised, buzzard.

He let out a broken laugh as his hips started thrusting, her throat relaxing. More and more, he took assurance and moved in her mouth, completely aroused by the noises coming out of her. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had known that even before her mouth was on him, but Hellas, the way she could have him undone faster than anyone else had ever been able to… It was divine.

“I’m close,” he warned her, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust now.

Aelin, never one to back down from a challenge, didn’t retract. No, she took him deeper, her hands finding his balls as her muscles contracted around him. He came with a broken whisper as Aelin took care of him, keeping her mouth on his cock for him and massaging his balls, letting him ride out of his high. She didn’t stop until Rowan had to push her away, no matter how good she looked on her knees, he had other plans for her.

When she was standing, Rowan didn’t waste a second before he kissed her, moaning at the taste of him in her mouth. He kissed her neck, her collarbone and was about to rip off her dress before Aelin stopped him, a hand on his. “If you ruin this dress, I’ll have you sleeping with Fleetfoot for a week.”

He knew his wife too well to think it was a joke, she would make him sleep on the floor with that dog of hers. Unhappy with the situation, Rowan just slid the sleeves of her dress, making it fall on the floor, revealing her naked body.

Rowan groaned at her lack of undergarment, his fingers brushing all the skin from her collarbone to just above her middle in a proprietary gesture. “You’ve been hiding things, Fireheart.”

She tore his shirt apart, apparently not applying the same carefulness with his clothes that she required from him. Before she could kiss his neck, before she could do whatever would make Rowan go crazy and lose his focus, he fell on his knees before her, her already dark eyes closing as she swore.

He loved seeing her undone, and knew nobody else had ever seen her this way. Slowly, he kissed her navel, enjoying the feel of her skin under his lips. Aelin tried to move, forcing his head where she wanted it, but Rowan didn’t give up. He held her by the waist and kept going with his light kisses.

“Less kissing and more fucking, Rowan,” Aelin ordered as if she could order him.

Rowan huffed, rolling his eyes, “You want to come on my fingers or my mouth?”

He was so glad to have come already because if he hadn’t… The expression of surprise and pleasure on her face would have been his undoing. “Well?”

She swallowed before whispering, “Your mouth.”

“Magic word?”

Aelin groaned, tried to shift her hips but it was a lost cause, she knew it, “Please, Ro, let me come on your tongue.”

How could he ever refuse his queen? He didn’t waste time before lifting one of her legs to his shoulder and parted her lips with his fingers, his mouth finding the swollen bundle of nerves. She groaned, her head hitting the wall as she threw it back, her hands pulling his hair.

He let her roll her hips as she devoured her, the taste of her having him moaned as she sucked on her clit. She tasted so good, she smelled so good, she was so good. Once he had a taste of her, he couldn’t stop, it had always been this way. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was addictive, and Rowan didn’t mind one bit being a victim of this addiction.

“Fuck, Ro,” her voice was higher than usual, her hips rolling his earnest against his mouth. Pleasure always had her even more shameless than she usually was. Her moans just motivated him to keep going, sliding a finger through her soaked folds and dipping it in her entrance, her muscles clenching about his finger.

She wouldn’t last long, the thought urged him to go faster, curling his finger in the way she loved. As he looked up at her perfect face, her lips were pursed, her eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her.

Rowan acted like a starved man as he teased her bundle of nerves with his teeth, another finger entering her heat. “Rowan, Ro, baby, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Rowan went faster with his digits, hitting the spot that had her seeing stars every single time until she started clenching around him. He withdrew his fingers but before she could cry out at the loss, he entered her with his tongue. He wasn’t joking when she said he wanted her to come on his tongue.

Aelin’s legs turned to jelly as she came in a silent moan, always more silent when she came than during everything that happened before. He kept fucking her with his tongue as he admired her, her beautiful coming face. Her hand clenched on his hair, brushing the line of pain as she surfed on waves of pleasure.

Rowan kept licking her, and needed to taste all of her juices. He stopped when her moans turned into whines, kissing the inner thighs and belly as he rose on his feet. He captured a nipple between his teeth, sucking on it before doing the same to the other one, circling it with his tongue as his thumb did the same on her other breast.

“I love you,” Aelin whispered, her back arching to let Rowan play with her breasts. But he didn’t care about them anymore, not after what she said. He kissed her, teasing her lips with his tongue for her to open her mouth, letting his tongue inside so she could taste herself.

She moaned, gripping the back of his neck to bring him closer. On the way, Rowan got rid of his pants and groaned as his skin collided with hers. Aelin didn’t need to be told to jump in his arms, her legs were already around his waist before he could press her against her wall.

He was already hard, getting down on Aelin a turn-on for him. She rolled her hips against his hardness, coating him in her juices. He couldn’t wait, he was too caught up in desire to wait before sinking into her.

Her warmth enveloped him as she bit her lip hard enough not to moan, her walls stretching to adjust to him. That first push into her was always so fucking divine, something straight from the Gods. He kissed her and took her bottom lip between his teeth, freeing it from the assault of her own teeth. “None of that,” he growled, withdrawing from her and pushing again, testing the water. He didn’t hear anything other than pleasure, so he did it again, settling a slow but hard rhythm.

His hands held her legs around him as he pushed in over and over again, delighting in how good it felt. She let out a small whine and goddamn it, he knew she was holding back, probably for the sake of everyone else in the room right next to them. “Louder,” he growled, giving her one hard thrust, causing her to clench around his cock. “I want them to hear you.”

And the moan she let out at this… He was a goner. There was no more slow teasing, he went hard and fast. The noise coming out of them both and from the place where they were joined was obscene but so arousing.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Rowan fucked her, her nails clawing at his back. “You feel so good, Ae.”

She clenched, “Fuck, Ro, you fuck me so good.”

He went crazy at this. She had found out decades ago that if she enjoyed praise, Rowan loved it, and he knew she had had so much fun the past few years with it. “Yeah?”

She nodded, closing her eyes and moaning loudly his name as he hit a particularly deep spot, “Yes, yes, yes, right there.”

Bloodsworn or not, nobody could refuse her this, and Rowan wasn’t an exception. He fucked her hard against the wall and tomorrow he would marvel at the finger-shaped bruises that were sure to appear on her thighs. She didn’t make any sense, the only thing coming out of her mouth was his name.

When he felt her clench around him, close to her climax, Rowan slowed down. Her eyes opened in alarm, “What? No, no, keep going.”

Rowan chuckled darkly, hiding his own need to come, as he kissed her neck. “You can finish if you beg.”

She moaned at this, or at his painfully slow thrusts. He didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was the tears flowing down her face, he kissed them away, keeping his slow rhythm that would drive her soon crazy. “I’ll come inside of you if you beg me,” he whispered in her ear, knowing it was her dirty little secret. Aelin was a shameless female, but there was one of her kinks she was ashamed of and it was this one: she loved feeling him finish in her.

She moaned, “Please, Ro.,” She bucked her hips, trying to get him moving faster, “Please let me come, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He raised a brow but didn’t wait for an answer, starting to fuck her fast and hard once again. The groans coming out of him were animalistic as Aelin grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it. “Come for me, Fireheart.”

And she did, turning silent once more as she clenched repetitively around him. A few more thrusts and he was gone, spilling inside of her as he let his head fall on her shoulder, slowing his rhythm.

When their breathing was back to normal, Aelin laughed. It was such a joyful and happy sound that Rowan couldn’t help but do the same, kissing every part of his body he could reach in their position. She seemed more aware of her surroundings than before, “Nobody could hear me, could they?” She asked and he smirked at how she could feel his magic around her, protecting them.

He kissed her, “Of course not, these sounds are for me and me only.” And he wouldn’t have risked having anyone seeming them in a compromising position. As she stroked her back, Rowan had one question.

He gave her a few more kisses before speaking again, “Why?”

“It happens that my husband favors training guards rather than tending to his mate, so I had to work hard to get his attention.”

“You were jealous, and so you wanted me to be jealous, too?”

“Exactly,” she smiled.

He laughed, “You’re a menace”, he whispered, shaking his head before giving her another thrust, having hardened inside of her.

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[ladybookstan]

Location: North-Eastern Erilea

Rulers: [House Galathynius] Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius (rightful queen) Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius (king consort)

Royalty: Aedion Ashryver (Queen's cousin)

Aelin's Court: Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Aedion Ashryver, Lysandra Ennar, Elide and Lorcan Lochan, Fenrys Moonbeam, Ren Allsbrook.

Places: Orynth, Perranth, Suria, Illium, Allsbrook, Caraverre, The Magic School Devellin, Theralis, Oakwald Forest, Rosamel, Eldrys.

The Lords of Terrasen: Elide and Lorcan Lochan, Lysandra Ennar, Sol and Ravi of Suria, Ren Allsbrook.

Location: Eastern Erilea

Ruler: [House Havilliard] Dorian Havilliard II (rightful king)

Places: Rifthold, Meah, Anielle, Morath and White Fang Mountains.

The Lords of Adarlan: Chaol and Yrene Westfall Lords of Anielle (more important)

Location: South of Erilea

Ruler: [The khaganate] Urus (current Khagan)

Future Khagan and future Grand Empress of the Southern Continent: Sartaq and Nesryn Faliq.

Places: Antica, Torre Cesme, Aksara Oasis, Tigana, Balruhn, the Northern Desert, the Ombric Isles, the Kyzultum Desert, the Ruby Isles, the Asmil Mountains, the Tavan Mountains, and the Dagul Fells.

Royalty: Arghun, Sartaq, Hasar, Kashin, Duva, Grand Empress, Renia.

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[justreadertings]

ok but NO ONE and I mean NO ONE can make a more powerful squad then the Throne of Glass one like

Queen and Prince Consort of Terrasen (plus prince of Dornelle), King of Adarlan, Queen of the Witches, Queen of the Western Wastes, Emperor and Empress of the Khaganate empire, Lord and Lady of Perranth, Lord and Lady of Carravere (and leader of the bane) Lord and Lady Westfall (plus hand to the king and heir apparent to healer on high) the Lord of Skulls bay, and even the 11 year old child is heir to a powerful Lord like come on ppl no one serves this much

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[tomtenadia]

For the love of a kingdom - 35

Hellooooo... your truly is back from her holiday and it’s time to start posting again. Ready for fluff?

There is still the epilogue to come, but as far as the story goers, this is it...

Rowan Whitethorn, king consort, husband and mate to the queen hated court life. He loved to stay in the background and be a blacksmith or train the guards with his friends and the Bane. Attending council sessions was not his favourite past time.

But on his wedding day and his official coronation he had promised Aelin to be king when needed.

Now it was that time. Yrene had placed Aelin on bed rest. She was almost due and as promised the healer had come back to Terrasen to deliver the heir. Rowan was terrified. Aelin’s entire pregnancy had been difficult but Yrene assured him that it was normal with fae. He trusted the woman and as soon as she said bed rest he had trotted to Aelin with a smug face. He had been begging his wife for a while but Aelin was stubborn. Until Yrene made that call and Aelin could not protest anymore.

So while she was in bed, his job was to attend council meetings. Luckily for him he had Aedion and Fenrys and a few other people that he liked. The council had been remade from scratch. Aedion was still her general, Fenrys was the ambassador in charge of relations and trade deals with other lands. The rest of the members had been vetted thoroughly and Rowan was happy to admit that they had a decent council.

“Good morning council,” he said while sitting down at the main chair “Her majesty has asked me to pass on her apologies. She has been placed on bed rest until the end of the pregnancy so unfortunately you will have to deal with me for a few hours.”

The council nodded and he took out a thick file “First on the agenda,” his stare turned to Fenrys “ambassador Moonbeam, how is the deal with the witchlands progressing…”

*

Attending the council was already painful enough but what Rowan hated the most was the stupid clothes he had to wear. Fenrys had given him a long speech on why the king consort could not hold council in training leathers and packing enough metal to defeat an army by himself. Aelin had found that sexy. Fenrys had told him that it was breaking so many rules of court life. The man had thrived with castle life. He was in his element and had offered to help Rowan navigate all its intricate rules.

He unbuttoned the top of his tunic and felt like breathing again, then quickly he walked to the kitchens. Aelin had been miserable and he knew that cake would help her mood a lot and the cook had always some ready for the queen.

AS he entered he noticed that the place was once again in full swing, getting ready for lunch.

Emrys spotted him right away “Rowan, here for more cake?”

“You are my saviour.”

“We need to keep our girl happy.�� He passed him a box which contained Aelin’s favourite chocolate hazelnut cake.

Rowan thanked the cook and ran outside and all the way back to the royal wing. He strode in and saw Aelin propped up in bed reading a book. As soon as she saw him she perked up but her smile grew excited at the sight of the box in his hands. Rowan smirked and placed it on the table and went to the closet to change in more comfortable clothes.

“How was the council?”  He could hear her twitching nervously.

Loving to tease her, he undressed very slowly and placed all the clothes neatly on their racks, knowing full well that Aelin was growing impatient.

“It was all fine. Everyone is doing what they are meant to do.”

“Good.”

Rowan walked to her and kissed her “and how is my wonderful wife?” Slowly he pulled down the blanket and pushed up her gown and exposed her belly and kissed the bump and a kick reached him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He kept caressing her belly enjoying the movements of their child “no, I don’t think so.”

“The cake, Whitethorn.”

He laughed hard “I am hurt. It sounds like you love chocolate cake more than me.”

Her face moved closer to his “I would gladly trade you for chocolate.”

His mouth went on the bump “your mum is evil, little one.” Another kick and Rowan laughed “our child agrees with me.”

Aelin pouted and folded her arms around her chest so Rowan decided it was finally time to stop angering his wife.

He walked to the table and came back with a plate and a slice of cake “One slice, Emrys has asked me to make it last.”

The cook had started looking at her cake intake after the incident when at night Aelin had sneaked into the kitchen and ate the whole chocolate cake that was on the table. It was meant to be for the child of one of the maids. Emrys had to bake it again the following morning.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

As soon as the plate was in her hands she started eating and making obscene sounds “get a room you two.”

“Whitethorn, I would happily cheat on you with this cake.”

He flicked her nose playfully “then I might go and find myself a much younger queen who actually loves me more than sweet treats.”

Aelin placed the plate on her belly and glared at him. If he was jealous she was just as much. And now that she was pregnant she had become even more territorial.

He laughed at her expression.

“Be careful, the dungeons still remembers the shape of your arse.”

He lay at her side and grabbed the book she abandoned. Very likely another one of those smut novels she and Lys loved to read.

“So this stuff turns you on? Just by reading it?”

She turned her face to him and he roared with laughter at her chocolate smeared face “I just imagine you doing that stuff with me.”

“Do you?”

Aelin dipped her finger in the chocolate ganache and then licked it clean in a very sensual and teasing way.

Rowan groaned.

“I’ll set the cake aside if you join me.”

Her mate sat up and kissed her nose “finish the cake, fireheart.”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

“I do, but Yrene said no sex, so for now the books will have to do.”

“Traitors.”

*

When Rowan was pulled awake in the middle of the night by his distressed wife, it took him a second to realise that it was not a nightmare and they were safe in their bedroom.

“Ro…” her voice laced with deep panic.

“What’s wrong?

He switched on the oil lamp and looked at Aelin. She was holding her belly.

“Something is not right.”

Panic surged in him. Rowan jumped off the bed, wore a shirt and his gown and ran out of the room and straight to the healer. She had told him over and over that it was okay to call her in the middle of the night if there were problems. That was definitely an emergency.

“Yrene, I need you. Something is wrong with Aelin.”

The woman seemed to wake up all of a sudden “go back to her, let me grab my stuff I am right behind you.”

He ran away quickly and back to Aelin who was now laying on her side and groaning in pain.

“Yrene is coming.”

The healer arrived very quickly, pushed Rowan aside and started examining the queen.

“Aelin… your water broke and your baby is coming.”

“Three weeks…”

“Yes, you are a bit early but babies have their own schedule and it seems like yours is eager to meet their parents.”

“It hurts.”

“Rowan sit at her side, hold her and use the bond or whatever to comfort her.”

He moved quickly and joined his mate at her side.

“This is your fault, Whitethorn.” She screamed as a contraction spread through her.

“Aelin this might take a while.”

The queen groaned in anger “get that thing out of meeee…”

Rowan pulled her to his chest and started singing in the old language and Aelin relaxed until the next contraction came.

*

It was early morning when Princess Aisling Whitethorn-Galathynius came to the world screaming at the top of her lungs. Aisling was a beautiful baby girl with the hair the same shade of silver as her father and the eyes the same bright green. She was tiny but had kept her mother in labour all night long.

Rowan never left her side, providing her any sort of comfort she needed. He stood at the bottom of the bed and watched his daughter come to life after Yrene suggested it. He would never be ashamed to admit that in that instant he had cried. His daughter was there. The healer passed him the screaming bundle who looked tiny in his strong arms.

Slowly he walked to Aelin “ready to meet your mum?”

He placed the little girl in her mother’s arms and sat at his wife’s side. 

“She is gorgeous, buzzard.”

Rowan pulled his arm behind her back and enclosed them both in a protective embrace “she really is, and she is ours.”

Aelin started sobbing “it was worth it.”

The warrior kissed his wife’s head “all of it. She is worth it.”

Aelin fell asleep quickly but their daughter was still awake so he grabbed her and decided to go

and introduce her to their friends who had all gathered in the big living room for news.

“We are going to meet a lot of friends, mo leanbh.”

Before opening the doors he kissed the girl’s head and then finally made his entrance.

“I bring a guest.”

Heads turned at his voice and he glared at them all when they were about to scream. Yes, his daughter was awake but he did not want her terrified.

“Please meet princess Aisling Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

“Rowan, she is gorgeous.” Squealed Lysandra.

“Hey, she is a mini you.” Added Fenrys grinning.

“Are you sure she is your daughter? Way too cute.” The last comment had come from Lorcan who was watching the mayhem from behind Elide.

Aedion was the first one who got to hold her, him being the official uncle he had that privilege.

“How’s Aelin?”

“She is exhausted and sleeping,” he explained while he kept an eye on his daughter who was being passed around the room.

“I can see all the future princes of Erilea queuing up to be with her.

Rowan growled lightly. Males had better stay away from his daughter unless they wanted a painful death.

“Is it okay for me to announce your people that the princess is born and well?”

Rowan looked at Fenrys and sighed. He wished to keep the news private for a while longer but was also aware that his citizens were looking forward the new heir.

“Yes, but no public appearances until Aelin is fit to do so and wants to do it.”

The blonde man smiled “Of course, my king. I will also write a lot of letters to our allies and announce the good news.”

Rowan smiled. His friend had taken seriously his job as ambassador and liaison and it was wonderful to see him that motivated.

When Aisling started fussing he bid his farewell to the group and walked back to the room and while he was walking he started telling his daughter about his adventures with her mother “she is fierce and amazing. She cares a lot and it took me a while to realise it,” he bounced her gently at the girl cooed happily “But I love her and now we have you too and you are our ray of light after a really dark time for both.”

Rowan kept walking along the corridors until he reached the royal wing.

Once back in the room Aelin was wide awake and sitting down. She still looked exhausted.

“Oh you are the one who stole my baby.”

He passed her her daughter “we went to meet the family.”

Aelin pulled the little girl to her chest “did you meet that crazy bunch of aunts and uncles?”

Aisling started fussing.

“I think she is hungry.”

Rowan climbed back in bed and sat at his mate’s side as watched her nursing their baby.

“She will probably be a bottomless pit like you.”

“Did you hear him, Aisling? You have a mean dad.”

Rowan flicked her nose “I am just aware that is something that might happen. She is half you, after all.”

“You eat. And don’t listen to him,” a kiss on the girl’s head “when you are older I will introduce you to the wonders of chocolate cake.”

Rowan laughed and held them both in his arms. 

The better world he had desperately sought was there in his embrace.

His wife and a daughter.

And the joy of a place to call home.

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[manonblaqkbeak]

Family Time

good morning/afternoon/evening/night. hope you’re all doing well and staying safe!!!! i have a rowaelin fic that i wanted to post before rowaelin month started since im focusing on those prompts atm

i cant wait to see what everyone has in store for rowaelin month, im very much looking forward to it!

enjoy! :)

1835 words

The day that Aelin had been looking forward to was finally here.

She and Rowan were going to spend a week in their spot in the forest. A week was longer than usual, but it was much needed. Not only had she and Rowan been working extremely hard to the point where they weren't going to bed until the middle of the night, his family was arriving to Orynth to visit for a few weeks in a week and a half.

And not just a few members of his family, almost the entire Whitethorn family was coming, with the exception of a few—namely Sellene, who would be gifting them with personal letters and presents, and those that were too old or just didn't feel like making such a long journey.

Aelin was looking forward to it, to meeting those she hadn't, to hearing others perspectives on Rowan's childhood. Her mate, however...not so much. Rowan was looking forward to catching up with the cousins that he liked, but not so much for the meddlesome ones. He warned her that whatever secrets that people were hiding wouldn't be secrets anymore, that the nosy ones liked to make a game to see who could learn the most secrets.

Aelin admitted that could be a problem, but in his letter, Enda claimed that everyone would be on their best behaviour.

Rowan wasn't entirely convinced. And not just because of that, he was worried that the conversation of when Aelin and Rowan were going to have children was going to be brought up as Rowan had written that they were forbidden from doing so.

Months ago, only several weeks after the war, after a meeting with the Lords and Ladies of Terrasen, Aelin and Rowan came to the decision to wait for a while to have children after Lord Gunnar had brought up the topic of heirs. Aelin could still remember the silence, at her speechlessness of how suddenly it was mentioned. How Rowan had turned to Lord Gunnar and demanded not just to him, but to everyone around them, that it was a private matter between the Queen and himself, and that it was not up for public discussion.

It wasn't a very long conversation—they both wanted to have a family, but Aelin wasn't ready. She was having nightmares from her time with Maeve and Cairn, and throwing pregnancy in the mix just screamed disastrous.

Rowan took her hands in his large warm ones and promised that he would wait for as long as she wanted. Whether it was one year, five years, or one hundred, he would wait until she was ready and willing.

Aelin had never loved him more.

Since then, Rowan was taking a contraceptive tonic. It hadn't taken very long for it to spread around the castle, but neither Aelin or Rowan would let others opinions change their minds.

And it wasn't like they were completely without family. They had their friends and Fleetfoot, with the canine joining them on their week long getaway.

Aelin and Rowan helped the servants set up the Royal tent and the square wooden table where they would be eating and playing chess and card games. There were a few books that Aelin was very much looking forward to reading, too.

Aelin was excited for this week away, to forgo her corsets, dresses, pants and breast-bands. She was determined to stay in Rowan's shirts and her slippers the entire time.

So the moment that everything was set up, the trays of sweet and savoury foods on the table, and the servants and guards were gone, Aelin stripped down to nothing, swaying her hips the way that Rowan liked when she spotted him drinking her in and slipped on one of his shirts and put on her well loved slippers.

Grabbing the picnic blanket from one of the chests, Aelin turned to see Fleetfoot sniffing hungrily at the trays of food, moving closer with each second that passed. Just as she was about to inhale the food, Rowan took the pup out of her misery and feed her a handful of sliced fermented sausage.

Aelin smiled at the sight. Rowan might grumble about the mess Fleetfoot made and how she kept slobbering on his pillow but Aelin knew he loved her—even when she ate his socks.

Aelin set up the blanket and pillows against a thick oak tree, ready for her week of relaxation.

X X X X X X

Aelin's stomach was near to bursting. She hadn't intended to eat that much food, since there was a leg of lamb and chopped root vegetables roasting in the cauldron above the fire, but everything was just too good to have just the once. She ate and ate until there was nothing but crumbs left.

She didn't regret it, however.

She was close to sleeping as Rowan ran a free hand through her scalp as he used the other to read. Her head was on his lap, the sun was warm, and from the happy yips that were coming from the woods, Fleetfoot was having a fun time running around.

Aelin glanced at her husband, his face relaxed as he read his book. And she had no idea why, but she found herself saying: “What would you look like with a beard?”

Rowan blinked, the only surprise he'd show at the question. “Like an old man,” he answered after a moment.

“You are an old man.”

He flicked her ear, and then went back to running his fingers through her scalp. “I grew a beard, once, when I was young. I looked like my father.”

“So you looked very handsome, then.” Rowan had taken up sketching in the quiet moments. He had drawn his parents and they were a very attractive couple. Rowan inherited his fathers hair, eyes, nose and sharp jawline, but got his mother's lips, cheekbones and eyebrows.

They had died long ago, but Aelin would have liked to have met them. Rowan said that they would have liked her, eventually, as he believed that they wouldn't have known what to do with her at first.

Aelin gave Rowan a big smile as the question formed in her mind. And since Rowan knew her so well, he said, “No.”

“You don't even know what I was going to say!” She protested, but it was a lie.

“I am not growing a beard.”

“Please, for me? Just a little one?”

“No.”

“How about some stubble?”

He sighed, exasperated, knowing that there was no point in arguing. “Fine. I'll grow some stubble and that's it.”

“Mm-hmm. Whatever you say, buzzard.”

He sighed again, but there was a small smile on his lips. He returned to his book, and telling her what it was about when Aelin asked. It made her heart swell that her warrior found time to read, as he admitted to her months ago that he never really had the opportunity when he was sworn to Maeve.

Not wanting to ruin today with thoughts of her, Aelin grabbed her own book by her pillow and read, luxuriating in Rowan's warmth and love and in the company of a good book.

X X X X X X

Aelin was losing, but she made sure that the irritation that was coursing through her didn't show on her face. Playing chess with an experience strategist was an absurd idea, but she was determined not to quit.

Rowan had been wanting for her to make her move. Had been waiting for fifteen minutes. Fleetfoot was by her feet, but she was just waiting for the roast lamb to be done.

Five minutes later, Aelin finally made her move. Her eyes flicked up towards Rowan, but his face was stone. He made his move in a blink of an eye. “Checkmate.”

Fire coated her throat as Aelin screeched in frustration, which just made Rowan laugh. Fleetfoot howled and ran off.

Aelin grumbled under her breath as she put away the chess board (for now, they would definitely be playing again once Aelin had more food in her stomach) while Rowan put their dinner on the plates, smiling all the while. Behind him, his mate vowed that she would beat him one day at chess. His smile widened.

Rowan knew that if he said he could beat her even with a blind-fold on, she would go on about how big his head was.

Fleetfoot came back, getting in the way of his feet as he put his and Aelin's dinner down. He gave Fleetfoot the plate reserved for her, using his powers to cool it down, not missing Aelin's soft smile as he did so.

They ate dinner in companionable silence, with Rowan's thoughts on his cousins. He was sure that he wasn't going to get a single thing done while they were visiting. Or if he did, he knew that some of his cousins would want to intrude.

Thinking about it more, he knew that they were going to intrude. Enda had written in-between the lines that there were some cousins that didn't really believe that Rowan was King-Consort and would only believe it once they saw him in action.

That they would actually believe once they saw him in his crown.

And even then, he was sure that there'd be at least one or two that still wouldn't believe it.

Rowan would let them think whatever they wanted about him, it wouldn't matter to him.

Maybe he should have just invited Enda and his mate—but Aelin was looking forward to meeting his family, so he would just deal with it.

It would only be a couple of weeks, possibly three. At best, four, since it was a long journey. He could last.

Rowan could do it, he would just have to block them out if they became too much. He had done that in the past.

“If you keep furrowing your brows like that, they'll replace your eyes,” Aelin said, slathering a fresh slice of bread with butter and running it through the left over gravy on her plate.

Rowan grunted but tried to relax his forehead. It took him a minute longer than it should have.

Later on, they went for a late night swim. Which was slowly turning into something more, up until Fleetfoot jumped into the water with them, saturating them further.

It was the best first day that Aelin could have asked for, and was very much looking forward to the rest of the week.

X X X X X X

Aelin woke up to one of her favourite sights. Rowan shirtless, sleeping on his stomach, his tattooed arm curled around Fleetfoot who slept between them all night. The hounds golden head half on Rowan's pillow, her paws stretching towards Aelin, her furry face soft in sleep.

Smiling, Aelin shuffled closer, and wrapped her own arms around the pup, her fingers just touching Rowan.

Joyful, Aelin fell back asleep, a smile still on her face.

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