Sorry I haven't been able to update for so long! I suppose you're all tired of hearing the excuse "I had homework," so I'm not going to give you an excuse. Let's just say I'm a practically professional procrastinator. I am not Sarah J. Maas and do not own ToG.
"So..." Aedion starts.
"You're engaged!" He claims.
"Yep, we are." Aelin says plainly, locking eyes with Rowan.
Fiancé his eyes read.
Don't start with me.
Oh? Threatening your to-be-husband? Rowan taunts.
He receives a glare in response. I can't wait to see the look on Fenrys's face when you tell him.
Rowan's face turns to stone. YOU are telling him. NOT ME.
Oh, but, he was in YOUR cadre, back in the day.
Rowan mocks, Oh, but, he serves YOU now, not me.
"Helloooo? Earth to Rowaelin," Aedion jokes, waving his hands in the air.
"Hi," Aelin says, turning her glare from Rowan to Aedion. Aedion raises his hands in the air in submission.
"DON"T USE THAT SHIP NAME," Rowan says slowly and carefuly.
"Jeez, now I understand why Aelin and Lyssandra are always complaining about territorial fae nonsense," Aedion states, realizing a moment to late his mistake. Rowan is already upon him. Sword drawn.
"Boys!" Aelin yells. "How hard is it to have a simple, non violent dinner?"
"Umm... Imposible?" Rowan asks?
"Not funny," Aelin says.
Changing the topic, she suggests, "lets play a game."
"An Aelin friendly game or a game game?" Rowan asks.
"An absolutely-shockingly-awesome-game." She responds. "Trivia on each other."
"I don't think this will end well..." Aedion starts.
"Everyone gets one answer for each question, and NO TERRITORIAL FAE BULL."
"Right," Rowan and Aedion say at the same time.
