Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been so busy with school work, but I have been working on this new chapter for you guys x
Let me know how it goes, as constructive criticism is always embraced x
Aelin
Let me get one thing straight.
I do not have the hots for Rowan.
He is so dumb, with all of his big, strong muscles... and stupid little smirk ...and dreamy eyes...
I don't know why Maeve even made him train me in the first place.
After all, wouldn't she be better giving me someone that wouldn't make me literally breathe fire every five minutes?
Not to mention the amount of obscene curse words that I have had the pleasure of picking up.
Oh gods, I've fallen down a rabbit hole again haven't I ? I get so lost in thought sometimes!
But I do have to say, even though I said that I don't have a crush on Buzzard , he is nice to look at, especially in the morning sun, when his brow is glistening with sweat... and his muscles are so well oiled, you can't blame me for looking can you?
'SNAP OUT OF IT AELIN!!!' I chataised myself sternly, 'Gods you are in deep...'
Buzzard
Stretching vigorously, and putting on a good show for all the females watching, I started warming up for training.
Although I don't know why I bothered, as the only female I was interested in was Aelin , who clearly didn't have any whatsoever in me.
Why did Maeve have to appoint me, Rowan Whitethorn her mentor? After all, I was Prince Rowan, so maybe I could get out of this maddening work...
Aelin was just so sarcastic and surprising, saying things that just crossed the tentative line between us, and then having the cheek to wrestle me to the ground?
I showed her how it was going to go one morning though, and put out a wild scent with challenge coursing through it to see how she would respond.
She, of course, felt it the air change and shifted into her exquisite fae form...
I just snarled at her, one eyebrow raised, my magic coiling around my center, a spring just waiting to be stretched...