An Insider’s Guide to Throne of Glass: Aelin’s Infamous Gold Nightgown, 3/?
She was still smiling when he asked, “Are all your nightclothes like that?”
“So curious about my negligees, Prince. Whatever would the others say? Maybe you should issue a decree to clarify.”
He growled, and she grinned into her pillow. “Yes, I have more, don’t worry. If Lorcan is going to murder me in my sleep, I might as well look good.”
“Vain until the bitter end.”
She pushed back against the thought of Lorcan, of what Maeve might want and said, “Is there a specific color you’d like me to wear? If I’m going to scandalize you, I should at least do it in something you like.”
“You’re a menace.”
She laughed again, feeling lighter than she had in weeks, despite the news Rowan had given her. She was fairly certain they were done talking for the night when his voice rumbled across the bed. “Gold. Not yellow- real, metallic gold.”
“You’re out of luck,” she said into her pillow. “I would never own anything so ostentatious.”
She could almost feel him smiling at her as she fell asleep.
Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.
That gods-damned nightgown.
He was in such deep, unending shit.
- Chapter 29 of Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
Chapter 10 is finally here and is a good 5k words.
I hope you will enjoy.
we finally get to know a bit more about Rowan and Lyria and yes, we get to meet her… have your rotten veggies at the ready.
Things are still a slow burn but our lovely are taking one step at a time… they have still too much to deal with. But we almost there. I promise.
A couple of days had elapsed and Aelin was on her way to the bookshop with a box in her hands and a smug grin. Once inside the she noticed it was empty.
“Rowan?” She called but no reply came. Where the heck was he? “Rowan?” She shouted louder “The shop is open and there is no one around.”
With a thus, she dumped the box on the desk and the backpack behind it and went looking for him and found him five minutes later in the back of the shop, deep in conversation with the delivery man.
He noticed her arrival and turned “What?” He asked at her annoyed expression.
“The shop is unmanned.” Aelin explained, pointing at it with her extended arm.
“It was just for five minutes.” Was his excuse.
She stormed away and went back to the front of the shop getting ready for another day.
Quietly she walked around the shop and took great care in fixing some of the display that looked a bit sad, then she took note of what needed replenishing and restocked some of the most popular titles. They had a few busy days and hoped for a repeat because she was enjoying herself immensely.
Rowaelin Wallpaper made by me!
To whatever end
You make me want to live
Let’s go rattle the stars
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After a few years of trying, Aelin was finally pregnant. When she told Rowan he was overjoyed as were all of their friends. Despite the struggles through the pregnancy, Aelin couldn’t be happier. She gave birth to a beautiful girl with green eyes like her father and blond hair matching her own.
Rowan had been a mother hen during the nine months, especially once Aelin started showing. He helped her whenever he could and tried to make her more comfortable. Upon seeing his daughter Rowan was reminded of the vision he had years ago when he was searching for his wife.
A few months after Evangeline was born Rowan and Aelin had taken her out to the garden to experience the sunny day and get outside. While the couple was sitting next to each other Evangeline rolled around and played with the grass and flowers. Rowan turned Aelin’s head to where Evangeline was crawling towards them.
“Come on baby you can do it,” Aelin cheered on her daughter. Rowan got up and walked towards Evangeline to get her on her feet. With her father’s help, Evangeline started walking towards her mother. The closer she got, the less she was relying on Rowan. Alein continued to encourage her.
Hearing the encouragement and getting more excited Evangeline tried to get to her mother even harder. Only a few steps away, Rowan let Evangeline go, hands close enough to catch her. Evangeline, not deterred by the lack of support continued the last few steps and fell into her mother’s open arms.
“You did amazing sweetheart!” Aelin picked up Evangeline and walked over to Rowan who wrapped an arm around her waist and used his other to help support Evangeline.
“So amazing my little flame,” Rowan smiled. Evangeline giggled and reached her hands to her parents’ faces. Aelin and Rowan spend the rest of the day helping Evangeline get better at her balance and had a great time just being with each other as a family.
Aaaaaand chapter 9 is here.
Aelin and Lysandra have a very interesting conversation.
Aelin and Rowan have a fun day at work and their relationship evolves a bit more.
Elias does not have the brightest of the moments… but hey, the poor man is competing against Rowan. I’d be nervous as well if I were him.
A couple of things about updates.
Chapter 10 is faaaaaaar from being completed So I highly doubt I will update tomorrow. I am coming back home late from work so it will be Wednesday.
Also, I ran out of the chapter I wrote quite easily at the beginning (That’s why the speedy updates) so I will post a bit slower, but don’t worry. I want to keep posting regularly.
Well, that’s all the announcements.
Happy reading <3
After the bad storm the town was slowly returning to normality. The emergency services had worked non stop to fix the power cut and to re establish the phone lines.
Rowan had decided to open a bit later that day since he was still helping out his aunt to clear up her place and gave Aelin the morning off.
Knowing that it was Friday and that Lysandra was off work, she decided to give her a call. She hadn’t heard from her in a while and she missed her friend.
“Hey stranger,’ said Aelin in greeting “Do you still remember me now that you have a boyfriend?”
“Always. Aedion still does not know that he is the third wheel and that you are my only love.”
“I miss you.” Aelin confessed and Lysandra picked up her sad tone immediately.
“Un-oh what happened?”
“Remember when I told you that I had not yet found a sexy Scottish guy?”
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Hello people :)
here’s chapter 8 for you.
This chapter is a turning point in Aelin and Rowan’s relationship.
Nothing major… but definitely a major development for them.
I hope you love it.
“Thig a-steach. - come in
The next morning the weather was giving its worst. A terrible storm had abated on the town. According to the news from Aelin’s phone the wind had reached peak speeds over 120kph during the night. And she had heard that. Her windows had rattled all night long. She has spent the night hidden under the duvet trying to ignore the storm outside. She had been scared.
Heavy rain had fallen non stop. On top of that the town had suffered a major power cut and they had been without power since the middle of the night.
When morning finally came she opened the curtains and noted the sky laden with dark clouds. The rain was still heavy and the sea was angry. The pier was empty and she assumed the ferry did not manage to travel that morning. It would have been one heck of a hellish crossing.
In the distance she heard sirens from the emergency services and guessed that the damage was quite bad.
Very quickly she got dressed and then tried to phone Rowan and suddenly realised that, apart from the number of the shop, she had no other way of contact him. An error that had to be rectified immediately.
She wore a few layers of clothing and a waterproof jacket and then left the house.
Once out of the house she discovered that the wind still had not abated and it was howling.
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I have a day off so the update to day is an early one.
The reason I am updating basically daily is that this story just came to me and I knew exactly what i wanted to write. The chapters come easily and I don’t think I ever written this easily. Ever.
I hope to be able to post regularly.
So, chapter 7, things move a bit more.
Rowan tells her his idea to make her happy again and they get a bit closer.
Elias shows up and he and Rowan have a stand off. If we were in a fantasy, Aelin would be calling them both “overprotective fae bastards.”
There is angst and I am sorry about that. Aelin is having a hard time. But things are improving soon. I promise.
I hope you will enjoy this chapter.
A big, massive, gigantic virtual hug and thank you to everyone who liked the story or reblogged it. Thank you all so very much.
And to everyone is reading only… thank you to you too <3
A couple of days had passed and Aelin kept herself as busy as possible and went to visit again some of the places that were becoming her favourite sites.
That day she was taking another day off from gallivanting around the island and was now on her way to Rowan. She had finished the book and she had to discuss it with him. And that special aspect of their complex relationship made her happy.
But first of all coffee and breakfast. With the confidence of a local she walked along the streets and went straight to Maeve’s.
Once in she noticed it was quite busy, but the woman had time for he and greeted her warmly and with a soft smile.
“Good morning, darling.” The woman squeezed her in a gentle hug “What can I do for you?”
“Could I please have two coffees to go and…” she looked at the counter full of fresh food. Her mouth watering “Does Rowan like apple turnovers? I am bringing breakfast to him.”
“Alas, my nephew does not like sweet food.”
“He what?” The shock clear on Aelin’s face.
Maeve grabbed a small box from the counter behind her “I know. He is strange. I made him some of the oatmeal biscuits he loves. It took me a while to perfect the recipe but he will eat these.”
Aelin grabbed the container and placed it in her backpack, then grabbed the coffees and the paper bag with the apple turnovers. “Thank you, Maeve.”
* Insert greeting here according to your time zone.*
So, chapter 6 is here.
A bit of development fro our two idiots. Hope you like it.
I have chapter 7 and 8 down but they need heavy editing.
Also, last night I was inspired and I did manage to plot the skeleton of the story, so I know exactly where I am going. There should be 28 chapters and an epilogue.
Well, I hope, in the meantime that you will enjoy this one.
Spot the HoF references :)
The next day Rowan was back at work.
He opened on time as usual and a couple of tourists came into the shop but left quite quickly. Probably not impressed by the lack of tacky touristy stuff.
He was working on re-organising a shelf when the door opened and he was not ready to see again the person who crossed the threshold.
“Hey you.” The woman smiled at him tenderly.
Rowan forgot how to breath. Aelin had her hair in a braid and a straw hat on her head. A nice colourful shirt and then his gaze trailed south. She was wearing shorts and the sight of her long tanned legs almost killed him. It looked like Aelin was ready to go on a tropical beach to suntan and relax all day.
She was a goddess. And she was in front of him. Smiling.
“Back at you.” He said, getting up slowly, not trusting his legs. He felt he could faint anytime at the sight.
“I am here for my book.” A timid smile appeared on his lips then his legs finally moved and did manage to cover the few steps taking him to the counter. He grabbed the book and handed it to her. He hesitated for a moment, as if to try and have a conversation but then decide against. What was he going to say anyway?
Modern AU x Rowan Whitethorn, 1/?
Done with Kingdom of Ash, it bloody killed me and I was like this till the last page
Double feature tonight!
Here’s chapter 4 as well. Last night I was inspired and I did managed to write a few chapters.
As usual… some Gaelic for you:
A bheil Gàidhlig agad - Do you speak Gaelic?
mo charaid - my friend
Some of Elias’ words seem funny, but he speaks Scots as well. And he is so damn sexy while doing it.
All the locations I mentioned they are real. Rowan’s bookstore it’s the only fictional place.
Aelin woke up quite late the next morning. After her fight with Rowan she had spent the day at the marina and wondered around the town. She had felt empty and could not bring herself to do anything.
She finally managed to speak with Lysandra and cried. She cried her heart out and her friend had listened. Like she always did. She had gotten home later in the afternoon and felt exhausted. She spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room reading her books. That brought her joy at least, although dreaded going back to shop to collect the last book. She could not face him. Not yet.
But that morning she had woken with a renewed motivation. She had prepared breakfast for herself and admitted she missed Maeve’s apple turnovers but could not risk going back there at the moment. She had to put some distance. So she ate her own breakfast, prepared a couple of sandwiches and got her backpack ready for the next adventure. Today she was driving south toward Harris. She had learned that Lewis and Harris were one big islands but Lewis was the Northern part, full of moors and peat land. Harris, was the Southern part, much rockier and with some stunning beaches and a famous road called the Golden road. Ten minutes later she was in the car and ready to go. She set her sat nav and she left.
Over an hour later the sat nav announced one last turn to her final destination: Luskentyre beach. She had a look at some photos online and she could not believe such a gorgeous place existed.
Hi all and welcome to chapter 3.
So, thing are starting to happen and, alas, angst has decided to come and pay a visit.
I used HoF for a bit of inspiration.
Some Gaelic for you:
suidh sìos - sit down
The light issue at the very beginning: Yes, in Scotland, in the summer, it can get quite difficult to sleep. Day are super long and it’s easy to have light until late and back again at 3am.
I have read it twice before posting. But I had a very long day at work and if I have left some typos I apologise.
Aelin had woken up early that morning. She had forgotten to close the curtains the previous night. She had gotten home quite late from her trip and she was grateful that the supermarket stayed open until late because she still had to buy food for the house. She had whipped up a quick dinner, a shower and then she had tucked herself on the chair in her room. It was so bright outside that she could not force herself to go to bed. Eventually tiredness caught up with her and she gave up.
Because she forgot to close the curtains, now it was broad daylight even if it was just 4am. She rolled on the other side and tucked her head under the pillow and went back to sleep.
She awoke again two hours later. Apparently the adrenaline of being in a new place was too much. So she got up and decided she could go for a run. She donned her running clothes and she left the house. She had spotted a place called Lews castle and from the map it seemed the perfect place for a run in a park. Aelin followed the marina cut through the town centre, passed Rowan’s shop and ended up near the river. Then crossed the small bridge to reach Lews’ castle grounds. Quickly she took a mental note of the fact that the place was a museum and added it to the list of places to visit, which by the way was getting longer by the minute and kept running a good hour until her body started to protest. The day was gorgeous again and they were blessed with a stunning blue sky. Aelin ran found her way back to a road that took her on a pier along the sea. Finally decided to sit at the bench and relaxed a bit, taking a full mouthful from her water bottle. In London she had little chance of running in parks so she had to use a gym but here… she could run in the nature and it made all the difference.
my muse was active and I did manage to produce chapter 2 pretty quickly.
Hope you will like it.
“You must be Rowan.”
The man took a step toward her and gave her a wide smile and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was wonderful and she had to restrain herself and not swoon live a lovestruck teenager.
“Aye, it’s me. Sorry, I was through the back putting away an order.” He explained.
He had the sexiest Scottish accent, which she thought must be a local one as it was similar to the ones she had heard around town.
“I…” she muttered indicating at the window with her hand “I… love the window with Roald Dahl, by the way. I read all his book when I was younger and I still love him.”
He walked to the counter and leaned against it and folded his arms at his chest. His t-shirt tightened at the movement and she noticed the muscles in his arms and the tattoo slithering from his wrist all the way under the sleeve. Why was it hot all of a sudden?
“He was a great writer.” He timidly smiled at her.
Aelin nodded “I am new.” She explained vaguely “I got here this morning. I was at the community centre and I asked for a bookstore and the lady there told me to come here. I am obsessed with bookshops, especially if they are small and independent.“ she explained, realising she was chatty all of a sudden.
She saw him wince in annoyance and wondered if she had said something wrong. But the moment was gone and his smile came back pretty quickly.
“Well, you are in the right place. I got a bit of everything. And if I don’t, let me know and I can order it for you.”
Aelin smiled back at him and she started looking around the shop and enjoyed the view of the walls with bookcases full of books. She walked around exploring the shelves and stopped in front of the fantasy section.
“Fantasy reader?” He commented when he noticed where she went.
“Are you one of those snob people who thinks that Fantasy books are not real books?” Her tone was almost accusatory. She loved Fantasy books but on plenty occasions she had to defend her literary tastes to idiots.
“I own a bookstore. I respect all kind of books.”
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