Chapter 2
Aedion's PoV
Aedion stood proudly behind Aelin, his cousin, his one day blood- sworn queen. As the Queen of the Fae entered the Throne Room, he instantly hated her. She had dark hair, dark, merciless eyes, and pale skin. Everything in him screamed to get Aelin away from her. But he knew Aelin would not appreciate that; she could take care of herself.
The introductions were brief, and soon they were heading to the dining hall. Aedion fell into his place a step behind her, and soon 12 more guards surrounded them. Aedion could feel the agitation rolling off his cousin and he really didn't blame her.
They entered the dining hall where he took his seat next to Aelin and Lady Marion. Within minutes, the food platters were opened and everyone began to pile food upon their plates. Aedion was just starting to eat what he felt someone's gaze upon him; he looked up and saw a blonde Fae warrior with gold eyes was staring at him as if he were a ghost.
Aedion vaguely noticed that they had the same jawline, same nose. Confused, he turned to Aelin who was having a staring contest with someone across the table.
"Aelin," Aedion whispered. "This Fae Warrior is looking at me weirdly."
"So," Aelin replied. "I'm having a staring contest with Mr. Muscles over there." She gestured with her hand to a gigantic man with silver hair.
"Aelin," Aedion hissed. "That's Rowan Whitethorn. The most powerful Fae male alive. He is a legend. There are stories of him killing a man with a table-"
"Really?" Aelin cut in. "How? Squash him like a grape?"
"No, he impaled him- but that's not the point!" he exclaimed, sucking in a quick breath. He lowered his voice, "The point is, that man is staring at me. I would dismiss it as coincidence, but we look a little bit alike. I mean we have the same-" he was interrupted by Maeve addressing Evalin.
"Why did you never fulfill your promise to me, Evalin?" Aedion tensed.
"Well," Aelin's mother replied. "We truly never had time and Aelin never had her power under complete control. She still doesn't."
Maeve responded, "Maybe some training would do her some good."
"That will not be necessary," King Orlon said calmly, seeing Rhoe's expression of outrage. Maeve merely shrugged.
The feast continued with the adults making small talk, but the room was high in tension.
Finally, Queen Maeve stood up and spoke the words all of Terrasen had been both expecting and dreading. The words that filled Aedion with unspeakable rage and hatred. She said, "I wish that Princess Aelin of the Wildfire will accompany me to Doranelle where she will be trained in her magic and taught the ways of the Fae."
Again, I'm sorry about this chapter being so short. I promise the next one will be much longer. I'll update regularly. Criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading!