Sorry for not updating in a long time. The school year is about to end and between juggling my finals, the regents, and the common core, I feel dead. I'll try to update more often. I'll try, no promises. For those who left reviews thank you. And I did got some reviews that complained about OOC and other problems, and for that I apologize. This fanfiction is made directly from my weird and problematic imagination. My imagination isn't always accurate. Hell, in fact it's usually wrong. But I will try to stay more in character. But anyways, enjoy!

Celaena POV

I stared at them, my jaws dropping slightly. What is Maeve doing here?

Rowan looked amused at my baffled expression.

I gave him a look that said that if he doesn't give me an explanation soon, someone's going to die, and that someone won't be me.

At that moment Maeve decided to open her mouth. "Dear, you look like you just saw a ghost. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted."

I gulped, Maeve sounded nice for a moment. Now I'm really worried. Am I in a dream? I pinched myself with my fingers. It hurts. Looks like I'm not dreaming after all. Was that really too much to hope?

I opened my mouth, "I didn't see a ghost, I just saw you." My words sank in. Shit. Me and my big mouth.

Maeve smiled, "I didn't come to kill you, Aelin."

"You didn't?" I asked.

Why would Maeve be here if not for revenge? Despite what Rowan said, I still don't trust her. Who can blame me? After all she threatened to whip Rowan halfway to death if I didn't compile to her demands.

"No, I didn't. I thought about what happened and realized that other that Rowan, you might just be the last of my bloodline that can transform into a pureblood fae. It would be a waste to kill you. Also you know how the enemy of my enemy is my friend?"

"Sooo….." I'm still confused. What exactly are is she getting at?

Maeve flashed me another smile. This time showing me her canines. "So, I will support you in your campaign against the King of Adarlan, I never did like him anyways."

"Ah," I can't seem to form a coherent thought. Maeve of all people wants to work with me? The devil must be ice skating in hell.

Maeve gave me a light laugh, if she was trying to reassure me, she failed. I felt chilled to my bones.

"The Samhuinn festival is in a week, I expect you to be present," and with those parting words, Maeve walked out.

I blinked. Looking at Rowan I asked, "Did I just dream that?"

"If you dreamed that then we dreamed it together," Rowan answered.

"Okayyy. That was awkward. But, now that that's over can we eat? I'm starved." At my cue my stomach growled. I haven't really eaten since yesterday morning and the lack of food combined with the lack of energy and the visit from Maeve is causing me to feel lightheaded.

Lyria POV

I blinked. When Maeve dropped in for an impromptu visit, I expect dead bodies at most and broken bones at the very least. The last thing I expect her to be is civil. I understand that the girl, Aelin, is quite something else but to have Maeve admit that she may be a worthy ally is near impossible. I've been with Rowan for at least a decade and the only time Maeve spoke to me is when she orders me to do something. If someone told me a few days ago that Maeve would be civil to a demi-fae, I would accuse them of being drunk but seeing is believing, right? But even as I thought that, a dark strand of jealousy twisted in my gut. Who was she to gain respect from Maeve when I failed to do so?

"Lyria," Rowan's voice snapped me out of my dark musing. "I have to properly introduce you to Aelin."

'Oh," I replied, I completely forgot the fact that I was in a room with Rowan and Aelin. Mustering up a quick smile, I curtsied and introduced myself, "I'm Lyria Whitethorn, Rowan's mate. And you are?" There now she knows where I stand.

She returned my curtsy with a perfect one of her own; she must have been taught at a very young age. "My name is Celaena Sardothien or if you would prefer, Aelin Ashyver Galathynius." She flashed me a smile. "I'm Rowan's carranam."

I flinched, she's Rowan's carranam? I glanced at Rowan, the nerve of her daring to rub it in my face. I may be from a weak bloodline but even I know what a carranam is, your carranam is the one fae in the world you can share your power with. As long as there's a connection, one fae can use the other's magical energy for themselves. In our world, it's that rarest bond to ever form. It's sometimes easier to find a soulmate than a carranam. And that girl has the bond with Rowan?

I looked at Rowan for confirmation. Rowan nodded. I opened my mouth to speak, when a servant came running in.

"Lord Rowan, someone demands your presence in the great hall."

How was this chapter? I know Maeve was OOC, but I can't help it, I kind of needed it to continue the plot. I'm sorry. Please review, your comments are much appreciated.