Viewer's pov:

Aelin ran through the woods, as she turned her head to see who was following her, she landed face first into a tree. "Ouch." She moaned. "See? That's what happens when you what to find out whose chasing you. You should know that by now." Rowan Whitehorn teased. She didn't hit her nose, but it would leave a nasty bruise on her cheek. He helped her up. "I don't need help, you overprotective fae." She growled and stomped back to the castle.

Dorian's pov:

Aelin smiled and ran up to me; I had come to visit the queen of teressen. After defeating my father, we had grown somewhat closer. Although the whereabouts of Chaol were still unknown, he was most likely with Nesyrn. That didn't bother me at all. "How have you been? What happened?" I stared at the red mark on Aelin's cheek. "Rowan was chasing me, and I decided to bump into a tree." "Nice, should I go have a word with him?" "No, it's ok. I doubt the castle would survive if you two got into a fight." Aelin laughed and lead me around her castle. "Wow." I said she walked me through the great hall; the finely crafted tapestries that hung around the room caught my eye. "How long will you be staying?" Aelin asked. "It depends; I can stay as long as I want. But if my second needs me for any news about Perrington." "I get it, where would you like you stay?" I gave her a puzzled look. "I mean for your sleeping quarters." "Oh. I don't really care. I would prefer close to a library." We both chuckled and she called a servant to prepare a room lose to the royal library.

We hooked arms and walked outside. Rowan walked up to me and growled. "What are you doing here?" "Calm down rowan. He's just visiting," rowan didn't seem satisfied by that answer. "How is Adarland? Any problems?" "No, I just came to visit you guys." He growled again. "Dorian, what was that basket you were carrying in with you?" I had almost forgotten. I brought her a present. "I asked a servant to bring it to your room. She checked inside, for some reason." "That's because we don't trust kings that have hosted the Valg." Rowan spit. Aelin and I shot our heads at him. "You think I wanted that! My father forced that thing into my body!" Aelin held me away from him. Not so that I wouldn't hurt him, so that he wouldn't hurt me. She shifted into fae and pushed me away from him. "You two are acting like animals! Rowan, go to our room and don't come back until you've blown off steam!" he didn't tell him, she ordered him. He stared at her, then at me. He turned around and walked the opposite direction. "I'm sorry, he can be really overprotective." She forced a smile on her exquisite face. She had said 'our bedroom' they shared a bed? Why did I care? "We better follow him…" I forced myself to say. "Why?" "Because you're present, might not like him at all." She gave me a shocked look before bursting into a run. I ran after her, a smile plastered to my face.