Author's Note: This takes place around the middle of Heir of Fire, but goes off in a different direction. Each chapter of this story will be one hundred words exactly, not including author's notes, or titles. I've read some stories where people do this, and I thought it would be interesting to try it out. Also, it will be a Rowan and Aelin pairing, so I advise you to turn away if you dislike this couple. For those who are interested in reading, I hope you enjoy the story!
When Rowan growled at males who looked at her, Aelin was reminded fiercely of Chaol, who had practically done the same at the masked ball. When she had danced with Chaol, it had been magical. But then...then it had ended. She had scratched his face, felt his warm blood under her fingernails. Chaol would forever bare the mark of her love. And her hatred.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a female eyeing Rowan. Aelin snarled, and the female lowered her gaze. Rowan wasn't all that like Chaol. But that was okay. She still loved him.