Aelin opened her eyes, the room was filled with sunlight. She looked down at the white sheets, to where Rowan's finger lightly brushed the bare skin on her arm. She looked up to his face, his features were relaxed, his hair wild, and his mouth hang open…. Was he drooling? Goddamn it.
Rowan woke to the sight of Aelin's beautiful face twisted into a scowl. "You drool in your sleep." She said dully, clearly pissed off. He raised his eyebrows, Good morning.
I wouldn't say 'good'
She sighed and climbed out of bed, and almost squealed in delighted when she remembered what she was wearing and what she had planned to do. She took a quick look in the mirror, she was stunning, as always, and her was ruffled from a good night's sleep. That would add to the look, so she decided not to tame it.
Aedion groggily thumped down into a chair in the small kitchen, the was still fuming from the events last night, and the wasn't sure he could see the Prince's face without punching it. All thoughts vanished, when he saw Aelin gleefully strut in front of him in a short, lacy, nightgown. It hugged every curve and crevice of her body, and exposed her long, lean, legs. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the couldn't help feel something blossom in him. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, he shouldn't look at her that way, that he shouldn't stare. But ever since he had seen her face, when she had saved him, he had felt something grow in his heart. And yesterday had been a painful reminder that he would have to watch her fall in love with, and marry a man that wasn't him. he knew it was wrong, he should be like a brother to her, but he couldn't help the jealousy that flowed through his veins, and clouded his vision, a growl, much louder than the intended, rippled through his throat. "What. Are. You. Wearing?"
"Oh Aedion. I'm sure you've seen plenty of these before.", she said, with her back turned to him, reaching for a mug.
She heard heavy footsteps, and the crash of proclin on wood. She swung to face the noise, there stood a very, red and entranced Chaol. His mouth hung open, he was as red as… at the risk of sounding cliche, a tomato. It was quite amusing, she was glad that her charm was not lost.
Chaol had barely heard the mug shatter over the blood rushing through his veins. He swallowed, not sure what to do, he hadn't seen this much of her in a long while. He heard soft footsteps behind him, and tore his gaze from Aelin's figure, to see the fae with a robe in his hand. The sight reminded him, though he had not seen this much of Aelin in a long time, the fae had. Chaol bit his lip, he would do everything in his power to change that.
Rowan glanced down at the broken glass on the floor, their reactions half amused him and half infuriated him. Though the wanted to see where this would go, the didn't like how either of the men were looking at Aelin. Though, he couldn't blame them, even now as the stared at her, the felt blush creeping to his cheeks. The somberly walked over to her, blocking the men's view, and handed her the robe.
Who's dramatic now?
She feigned offence, but still slid into the robe.
With the sight of her blocked by the fae, Aedion's head cleared. He quickly stood up and exited the room, pulling Chaol with him. Clearly, from Chaol's rection, there were three men in the race to Aelin's heart, at least.
It was midday, and Choal was still flustered about what had happened that morning. What did Rowan have that he didn't? Rowan had as much personality as a brick. The best way for him to get Aelin to take him back was to separate the two, and slip into Rowan's place. But how?