Another chapter! Please review my story, any feedback is welcome! I am not Sarah J. Maas and do not own any Throne Of Glass characters or plot

Dorian and Aelin engage in conversation about the recent trade agreements while Aedion and Rowan share an amused look at Lyssandra's attempts to annoy Chaol.

"How's Nesryn?" Lyssandra prompts Chaol with a knowing grin.

"She's fine," Chaol says rigidly. Staring at his beef wellington.

"Oh? How are you doing?" Lyssandra asks again.

"I'm fine," Chaol says even more rigidly.

"Okay, then... How are you AND Nesryn doing?" Lyssandra asks.

"We're fine," Chaol says somehow even more rigid.

"Mmhmm?" Lyssandra asks, nodding at the gold band that now sat on his fourth finger.

Chaol sighs, "You won't drop it, will you?"

"Nope. Chaol is engaged, Chaol is engaged!" She sings.

Chaol blushes as everyone turns to look at him.

"How are things going?" Aedion asks.

Going rigid again, Chaol sighs, "fine."

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod!" Aelin cries from farther down the table.

"What?" Rowan asks, suddenly curious.

"Dorian's got a ring for Manon!" Aelin yells.

"Shhhhhhh!" Dorian snaps. "So much for keeping it a secret!"

"Oops!" Aelin mocks.

"Can we see? Do you think she's going to say yes?" Lyssandra bombards Dorian with question.

"Sure, and how am I supposed to know?!" Dorian says as he pulls a small crystal box out of his pocket.

"Pretty!" Lyssandra says, the glint of the ruby encrusted ring reflecting in her eyes.

Emrys saves Dorian the embarrassment as he pours wine for everyone.

"I'd like to make a toast," Rowan stands.

"You?!" Aelin exclaims. "A. That's my job, and B. you don't usually like to publicly speak."

"A. Anyone can do it, and B. This is only 6 people! Not Public!" Rowan retorts.

"8 actually," Lyssandra corrects.

Rowan continues anyway, avoiding Aelin's glares. "We've been through so much together. And I've learned things about all of you. And myself. I learned that fear is fear and you can't change that, but I also learned," pausing, he looks at Aelin. "That love is stronger than anything." Getting down on one knee, he directs all of his attention to Aelin, his Fireheart. "Aelin, I love you. And if you love me back, I want to ask you. Will you be my wife and mate? Be my Fireheart?"
Rowan opens a small black box to reveal a beautiful silver ring with a blue saphire and green emerald encircling a diamond.
The colours of the Whitethorn family and Galathynius family around a spot of pure fealing. Of Love. Pure, true love.

Aelin stared down at the ring. and with tears of joy in her eyes, nodded. Rowan carefully slipped the ring onto Aelin's finger, and the couple embraced. Rowan kissed his to-be-wife with all of the love inside of him. Aelin pulled back smiling so bright, she lit up Rowans whole heart, his Fireheart.