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28. The overprotective Fae
Aelin's perspective
"You should lay down." Rowan said from the tent opening.
"You should shut up." Sometimes, he was too much, his overprotective Fae male side drove her crazy.
"Fireheart," Rowan looked annoyed at her.
"Buzzard," Aelin imitated his pose, with her hands on her hips and looking at him with meaningful raised eyebrows.
Lay down.
No.
If someone joins you?
Depends.
"But if you feel like you are fully rested, Chaol has been here wanting to speak to you. You can always go to his and Aedion's tent and have a little chat." Rowan tried to look absolutely serious, but Aelin could see how he was laughing inside.
Just hearing Chaol's name was enough for Aelin to want to lay down and never get up again. Rowan must had realized, because he came over to her and took her in his arms.
Aelin pressed her face into his chest and took deep breaths. His scent filled her, but it was different now. There were no start and end between their different scents, they were completely intertwined.
Rowan lifted her up and laid her down on the ground, then he laid down next to her, pressing her against him again.
Rowan's perspective
"What is going to happen now?" Aelin sounded so small, so hopeless. It aced in him to hear her like that.
"How about laying here all day kissing?" He kissed her and she grabbed his hair, pulling him even closer. She was still burning, the heat coming from her in waves.
"Are you warm?" She nodded and started to kiss him again. Instead of getting up and get her the water-bucket a foot away he placed his hands on her back underneath her shirt and he used his powers to make his hands cold.
"Better?" This time he started to kiss her again. They lost track of time. He had no idea for how long they had laid on the ground kissing. Just that he didn't want to stop. But Aelin was sick and she should rest.
"What happens now Rowan?"
"You are the queen. I'm just your eternal servant." Aelin made an angry sound as an answer. "But I would guess that the crowns prince is going to ask you to come with him to Varese and talk to his father about an alliance."
"You guess."
"I guess." Aelin let out a sigh and Rowan stroke her chin and looked worried at her.
"I just don't have the best memories from that city. Their wine suck. And it's hot, far too hot. Here at the coast it okay but…"
"Aelin, this is the reason you came to this continent. To find allies." She started to blush at that.
"No it wasn't. Not really. I… After Illias's death I was reminded how easy people die and I didn't want to spend another second apart from you. I felt so lost." She had come back for him. All this way to be with him. Rowan felt funny inside.
"But you are right Rowan, we need allies in this war. The King of Adarlan probably think we are allied already, judging by the fact that I have fought against his soldiers in Wendlyn twice now."
"He probably think so yes. The Wendlyn King also have a reason to ally with us now."
"If he doesn't accuse me of taking the war here, to his continent. I also need to speak to the rebels here in Wendlyn. Then we have to find the third Wyrdkey before Maeve or the king and we have to get magic back to Erilea so we can stand a chance in this war." Rowan could hear the hopelessness in her voice
"Aelin, remember that you are not alone. Send Ren and Chaol to speak to the rebels. They have been a part of the rebellion for longer than you."
"And getting magic and the Wyrdkey back?"
"I can…" Aelin interrupted him.
"You are not setting a foot in Erilea before magic is back. It's an order! I'll do it, somehow."
"How are you going to do that alone. You can't show up there. They'll kill you on the spot. The king and all of his soldiers and every single person who isn't sympathizing with the rebels - and even them would turn you in for the reward. Then there is Arobynn and his minions. They are everywhere, you have said so yourself."
They were quiet for a while.
"The others might have an idea." Aelin said at last.
"Do you really think so?" Rowan was surprised. Aelin had told him huw useless Chaol and Ren had been when they planned how to save Aedion.
"No. But we have forgotten one thing."
"What are you talking about?"
"The demi-Faes."
"What about them?" He didn't understand where she was going with this.
"They have decided to join us." What?
"But…" Aelin interrupted him again.
"Rowan. They have been oppressed for too long. Maeve only cares about them if they have some special talent. Otherwise they can rut in the fortresses without anyone bothers with them. I can't promise them anything more than, if we do win. They are welcomed to my country. They decided that it was better to fight for a home then stay."
"They are right." Rowan remembered the feeling of being alone, how it was just to follow Maeve. Then he met Aelin. It would had been easier to stay, but she was worth fighting for.
"I think I have a plan, but we should go to the others." Rowan moved closer to her and started kissing her neck. She hit him, not hard but enough to leave a mark.
"Hey! We have to." Rowan wasn't planning to leave this tent anytime soon.
"No, you are sick. It can wait one day."
"You really think you can hold me here?" Rowan raised his brows at that. Then he gave her a playful smile.
"Is that a challenge?" Aelin sighed and sat up. But Rowan was quicker. He sat on her stomach, nailing her to the ground. Locking her arms in a position so she wasn't able to get him off.
"I take it as a challenge." Rowan purred and was absolutely satisfied when he looked down at her. Her lips that was pressed into a thin line.
He chuckled and said, "you look so annoyed."
Bastard
What?
Get. Off. Me.
No
Rowan lowered his head and kissed her neck again. She stopped trying to get him off her and he let her arms go. The second later she was pulling his lips to her.
Aelin's perspective
Rowan was right. She was sick, this was her sick-day and she was going to enjoy it.
