16.02.19
Okay, I'm still not over Sam. Today my friend reminded me a scene where she thinks of Sam being better king than her the queen. And there's the result of our talk.
Btw: names are important. Sorry for any errors, English is not my main language and it's midnight. Hard to think.
The crowd cheered in approval. "Long live Queen Celaena! Long live King Sam!"
She smiled widely and looked over at left. There stood a man; taller, broader in the shoulders, dressed in matching coronation robes. He looked like a wealthy nobleman, a monarch. He was raising his chin high and she wouldn't recognize him if she hadn't noticed the eyes of the liquid gold.
He barely looked like that sunburnt teenager in a fitting black leather costume.
Nameless son of a courtesan, a killer for hire, and infamous Adarlan's Assasin, ruling over the country. They succeeded. Her head buzzed with happiness.
Sam smiled at her favorably and lowered himself to kiss her slowly, as calmly as only he could. As if they have had all time in the world for themselves. No one but him could make her tremble with pleasure.
"Long live the Queen," he whispered, wrapping his arm around her. He smelled of lavender soap.
She was inhaling his scent slowly, enjoying every second. The crowd was humming next to them, but it seemed distant.
"How did this happen?" she asked feeling like enchanted.
He laughed darkly, brushing her forehead with his lips.
"We survived..."
Aelin wanted to cry when she was awakened by sleepy murmur of Rowan, who was safely wrapped in bedclothes. After a second she didn't remember anymore what she was dreaming about, but until the morning she felt a certain longing, starvation, and hadn't squint her eyes, clinging desperately to the mate's lavender fragrance.