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When Aelin's eyes open, she was greeted by bright light. Immediately, she sat up. It had been her fault her cold kicked in and she passed out earlier. She had been far to active. "Rowan?" She realized the slice of cake she had dropped on the floor was gone and the floor cleaned.

In that second, Rowan stuck his head out of he kitchen. "Took you long enough." He progressed towards her. "Can you stand?" With little trouble, she stood up, albeit lightheadedly.

"Good." He smirked, "I cleaned up the cake you dropped, so it's common courtesy that you help me out as well. There are dishes that need washing in the sink. Thanks~" He offered her a cheshire grin and strolled off to his room. Aelin growled, but made her way to the kitchen. She did owe it to him.

After about seven minutes of cleaning off dishes, Aelin heard roaring laughter from where Rowan's room was situated. Carefully laying down a porcelain plate, she walked towards the sound. As she neared, she heard the familiar, muffled melody of 'The only Difference between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage' by Panic! At the Disco, one of the songs she had been listening to when she was designing the costumes earlier on.

Still confused and put off by Rowan's uncontrollable laughter, she stepped into his room, finding him at his desk, staring at the screen of his laptop. Then realization hit her. She stopped dead in her tracks as she heard her own voice singing - or screaming - along to the lyrics, as she peeked over his shoulder and stared in shock at the security camera recording playing back on the screen.

"I aim to be your eyes! TROPHY BOYS! TROPHY WIVES!" Aelin witnessed herself scream the last lyrics of the chorus and Rowan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, his ground-rattling laughter almost muffling out the audio of the recording. She wanted to die.

He slowly spun around in his office chair to see her walk to the bed and lie flat on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow. Through chuckles Rowan spoke; "Now, now, Aelin. Don't be so down. You have to aspire to make it big, you know. Like... Trophy boys and trophy wives." He quoted her before breaking out into uncontrollable hysterics.

While gritting her teeth, she shifted her head to glare at him, "Go to hell, Rowan." "Oh, I know I will," he stuck his tongue out at her childishly - a gesture she would have never expected from him, "but you'll be there too."

Aelin couldn't refrain from grinning, but just as she was going to turn away to conceal it, realization hit her and her smile faltered. "Those cameras where recording the entire day?" She asked nervously. "Every second. And I have them set up in the kitchen as well. Honestly, I never pegged you to be an Adam Lambert fan."

She felt a copious amount of heat rise to her cheeks and imagined she looked identical to a tomato in that moment. "You suck." She mumbled, snuggling her face into the pillow again and blindly grabbing for the sheets to pull over herself. "It's barely past five o'clock and you just woke up from being passed out. You're going to bed?"

"I need a nap." Was her simple reply as she finally managed to get hold of the blanket and pulled it over herself. "What are you, five? Oh, but wait a sec. I have a surprise for you." Rowan dashed out of the room, leaving Aein speechless and curious, not to mention, terrified.

A few seconds later he reentered. "Come here." Not knowing what else to do, she obliged and waited. "Close your eyes." He ordered and she did. A breathy gasp slipped past her lips as she sensed Rowan walk behind her and felt a cool weight caress her chest.

She allowed her eyelids to flutter open and raised her hand to her chest. The coldness of the item seeped into her fingertips as she raised it to have a better look. Bounded by the silver chain around her neck, she got it no higher than the tip of her nose.

A smile played itself on her lips. It was a key. But not just any key. Aelin turned to face Rowan, who was now sitting on the corner of his bed, smirking to himself smugly. "Is this..?" She trailed off, loosing her train of thought as he smiled at her. "It's for this apartment. All floors use the same lock. I just wanted you to understand that you're welcome here anytime."

She didn't bother trying to conceal her joy as she fell around his neck. "Also, you put your identity at risk every time you wear the amulet of Orynth outside of your mansion. I thought the key might be able to act as a substitute..?" Aelin suppressed a chuckle at the uncharacteristic uncertainty shadowing his voice.

She released him from the embrace and sat back on the mattress. "You're actually really sensitive and nice, once you open up." She mused, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. "Well, that's to be expected;" she could sense the confidence lacing his words and immediately knew to dread what he was about to say, and she was right to do so; "after all, I am a trophy boy."

He laughed aloud and Aelin groaned, heat once again creeping up her neck when he referenced her rock-out sessions again. She playfully punched him in the gut in an attempt to distract from the color tinting her cheeks, but Rowan simply laughed louder. "Never mind what I said before. You're terrible." In that moment she remembered her plan to maybe stay the weekend.

"Random side-note: Would you mind if I stay here for this weekend, give or take a day?" "No problem, my Fireheart." The flashbacks of Sam that crowded her mind when Rowan called her that were quickly overpowered by the darkening blush on her cheeks and his sincere grin.

Aelin scoffed and scurried under the blanket. She curled into a cozy ball and let her eyes drift shut, savoring the warmth and comfort of the expensive bed wear. "Aelin. Again, It's barely past five." "Leave me be. I didn't get much sleep yesterday." "And whose fault was that?" She ignored his comment.

"Whatever. Just don't wake me up at six am because you can't fall asleep anymore. I'm going to eat dinner and then I'll join you. Good night." "Take your time." Was her simple reply as she snuggled her nose into the pillow. "You're despicable." And the door fell into lock as Rowan left.

"Yeah, I'm the despicable one." Aelin scoffed when she was sure he was out of earshot, but nonetheless, a grin spread across her face and for the first time since Sam's death, she fell into blissful, nightmare-less slumber.

A/N: Sorry that the chapter is this short, but I have a lot going on right now and not that much time on my hands, but I'm working on writing longer chapters. Concerning the reviews: I don't intend to stop writing this fanfic anytime soon, so don't worry ;P And to one reviewer in particular (I believe the name was Rosalina - you weren't logged in, so I couldn't PM you): I don't mind at all if you would like to mention my story in a blog. It would be an honor. ;D Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, despite it's length. Please review! Ja ne!