Rowan Whitethorn was a Fae worrior feared and admired by many, if not all, of the Northern Continent - but even he felt fear in this moment. Rowan Whitethorn was the King of Terrasen, married to the Fire-breathing B*tch Queen herself - but even he could not do this. Rowan Whitethorn had survived centuries of bloody battle at the hand of the Valg Queen - but this...this terrified him.
"I'm scared Fireheart." He admitted to his wife. "Those people out there are vultures waiting to strike."
Aelin Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn had survived so much in her lifetime: from Arobynn Hamel to Endovier, from the Valg to Rowan's training in Doranelle - but this was almost too much for her.
She hated seeing her mate in pain, emotional or physical. And right now, the people down those stairs were hurting him. She had half a mind to go down and slaughter them all right now, but despite her better nature she focused on calming her mate down.
Running her hand through his hair, she gave Rowan a light smile. "I know you're scared of what might happen, but we don't have a choice. If we don't do this..."
As her voice trailed of her mind went on a tangent, creating all these horrible ideas on what the vultures might do. For all she knew they might see the heir of Terrasen as weak and claim her not fit to, at some point, rule Terrasen. Although her rational mind knew that would happen, the human side of her could help but panic.
Taking a deep, calming breath in, Aelin squeezed Rowan's hand. "We have to do this, their expecting us out there now."
Rowan gave his Fireheart a thankful smile, he knew that she was right like always. "For Nehemia."
Aelin had been rather persistent about the name of their daughter, as soon as their daughter had been born she'd started being rather demanding about it. For a week she hadn't even told Rowan what she wanted to call her, only after he had agreed to let her name their daughter had she told him what she wanted to name her.
Aelin had decided to name their daughter after the woman who had been her first female friend, the woman who had fought for her country, the woman who had inspired Aelin to come put of hiding, the woman who had given up her life because she believed that Aelin could save the continient from Adarlan's empire.
Rowan knew that the original Nehemia's parents were at the front of that crowd out there, inthe section they had laid out for royals and Lords or Ladys. That was why he was so scared. He knew how much this meant to her, Aelin wanted to show her gratitude to Nehemia's parents.
He nodded at her, and held her hand was they walked out to the crowd with their daughter. Aelin held baby Nehemia in her arms as he addressed the crowd. "When we named our daughter we wanted to name her after someone incredibly important, after someone with a pure soul, after someone who gave their life for a better world."
Aelin locked eyes with those of the King and Queen of Eyllwe as she said her next words. "That is why, we have decided to name our daughter after someone very dear to me. We have decided to name our daughter after the Light of Eyllwe, after Nehemia..."
