A/N: My laptop's driving me mad. It's doing this weird thing where the notification thing keeps popping out and I can't be bothered to shut it down. Go me!

Anyway, last chapter was a little bit confusing sorry. I blame Grammarly, the app I write on.

DISCLAIMER! I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS unless I say I own them which will likely never happen (except in this case in which I just needed a name) It is Leon I own, and to be honest it's just a name. Now, remember, if I stop updating at least fortnightly then either I'm dead, have writer's block or have given up. Or it could be the fact that I've gotten a life.

Oh, and while I think about it. I was thinking of doing two things:

1. a fanfic of Heir of Fire in Rowan's POV

2. a fanfic where Aelin and Rowan switch places for Heir of Fire.

3. One where everyone is in a band, don't worry about this one, no one dies and everyone is alive. This includes Sam, Nehemia, King Bob, Sorsha. Tell me if I missed someone :). I already started writing this one as a side fic for when I don't want to write this one. So, the weeks will probably alternate.

So Rowan is the emotional wreck and Aelin is the one trying not to give into her feelings but does anyway.

Please leave a review to help me follow on with these ideas.

Would you read them?

"Let me out!" Aelin spoke harshly, swearing rather colorfully.

"No, why would I do that? There's no fun there," the first guard said in a very suggestive voice.

"Should we torture her then shove her in a cell, or shove her in a cell to get weak then torture her?" asked the second guard.

"No, Ran, we shall torture her then shove her in a cell to weaken then fun," the first guard said.

"You are both idiots. Why I'm even being partnered with you two is ridiculous, I'd sooner die," spoke a girl I recognized from one of my best teams, Scarlet.

That shut them up for a while.

As we passed a vent, I heard the sweet voices of Clarissa and Isabelle working their charms for rumors, Rhysand working his charm on battle tactics and a couple guards talking about me, the new prisoner.

Morrigan had just finished packing when she heard a complaint from Cassian about not wanting to go.

"I bet 100 gold Nesta'll kick his sorry ass for that," Mor muttered under her breath.

"I bet 500 that when Rhys finds out Nesta did he'll laugh his ass off," Amren answered me.

"I bet 250 we'll have to force him onto the boat," Azriel put in.

"I bet 700 that we'll have to force both of you not to fly when we get there," Feyre inputted.

"Accepted," they shouted.

Then there was a crash and Cassian fell in with a black eye and Nesta entered looked genuinely happy.

"Hand it up!" Mor smiled. "We'd better go, Amren is needed."

"Yay," Amren stated sarcastically.

"Let's get moving, I'll take Az and Cass, Feyre take Nesta and Elain and I'll come back and get Amren," Mor told Feyre.

"Got it," she replied before I tapped the two boys on the shoulder and winnowed off.

One struggled the entire way there.

"Fuck you, Cassian," Morrigan muttered annoyingly to the boy.

"Money to me!" shouted Az as they got there.

When everyone was accounted for on the boat, and it was clear that no one was going to murder anyone, they set off.

Rowan was setting his anger at a poor rebel who just happened to be in the training room.

Aelin was not within his grasps, and he wanted to kill someone for it.

He got into the pattern of kick, dodge, punch, punch, dodge, jump.

He eventually got the other person swept off their feet.

"Good job, but you need to work on focus and guard," Rowan said as he stalked off the mat.

"Well, well, well. Is the famous Rowan Whitethorn full of anger because his precious girl is-" prowled a dangerous voice.

"Shut up fucking Lorcan." he didn't have time for this.

"Rowan, Rhysand's Inner Circle is here," said a small errand boy that would make a great warrior someday.

"Thank you, can you send them to the meeting room."

"Yes, sir."

Amren had had enough of this shit.

A mere child was showing them where to meet this Rowan Whitethorn who was in charge because Aelin was locked up.

Great, Amren thought. I now have to do all this other crap too.