A/N: So I was going to write some married life RoyAi oneshots since I just got married and was inspired and then I read The Phoenix Effect by brandyovereager and I lost all current inspiration for RoyAi and just got a plotbunny that grew and grew and I couldn't ignore it. Updates may be slow.
I still prefer Manorian to Rowaelin because Idk I like my fuckbuddy pairing better than true love for once, but this plot bunny tho…
I was going to release this all at once since I'm almost done writing it, but the document got way too long so here's a little prologue. I wish I had an AO3 to post it there since the ToG fanfiction community is stronger there, but alas it will go only here for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Throne of Glass
An Act
Prologue
A few nights before the first anniversary of the final battle, the males gathered for a camping trip in the cold night of the Oakwald forest to remember the hard trip they had taken to Orynth before the celebration. The women (including a very, very reluctant Manon) had taken a much different approach to their reunion involving copious amounts of chocolate, pillows, and wine.
They all – at least the ones who could make it – sat around a fire next to a mountain spring. No one wanted to retreat to their tent and warm blankets first. It was a sign of weakness. By now it was almost midnight and most of the males were at least some level of tipsy. Fenrys was thoroughly sloshed as he opened his mouth and the other men too intoxicated to stop him.
"You know what interesting story I heard on my journeys?" Fenrys asked the men.
"No," Lorcan shot him down.
"Yes," Fenrys replied, just to be contrary.
The other men didn't try to stop him from telling the story, knowing it wouldn't work.
"There's a spot in the Oakwald forest – one particular spot. If a magic user with one kind of magic goes to that spot on one certain night – I don't know if it's a year or a century or ever or what – anyone whose name that magic user says in the minute after midnight will come back to life the next dawn. With less grievous injuries than the ones that killed them in the first place. If you can heal them before those injuries kill them they will be able to resume their natural lifespan as if nothing happened," Fenrys narrated.
Rowan snorted, as if amused but not convinced by the tale.
"Even if it was true, those conditions would be far too hard to meet," Aedion replied.
"Agreed," Rowan said. "Nothing is specific enough: what kind of magic? What night? Where are they resurrected?"
Fenrys shrugged. He didn't want to ask the resurrection question to anyone, but when Lorcan began to start rocking back and forth indicating that he was intoxicated, Fenrys couldn't help himself. "So, who would you resurrect, Lorcan?"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed that very short taste of this story. I figured Lorcan should be the one to do the deed because he's both the buttmonkey and blessed with the power of death – one would think that would mean some power over the dead themselves.