“It was so easy to tug on the right psychic thread that day Rowan saw Lyria at the market. To shove him down that other path, to trick those instincts. A slight altering of fate.” “Oh, gods,” Fenrys breathed. Maeve said, “So your mate was given to another. And I let him fall in love, let him get her with child. And then I broke him. No one ever asked how those enemy forces came to pass by his mountain home.” Aelin’s knees gave out completely. Only the invisible hands kept her upright as she wept. “He took the blood oath without question. And I knew that whenever you were born, whenever you’d come of age … I’d ensure that your paths crossed, and you’d take one look at each other and I’d have you by the throat. Anything I asked for, you’d give to me. Even the keys. For your mate, you could do no less. You almost did that day in Doranelle.” -Empire of Storms, Sarah J. Maas What kind of fuckery is this? This has to be the worst explanation for a relationship ever. So not only was Rowan's first relationship a complete lie, he and Aelin are secretly mates? And have been all along? Because twu wuv, or something? Ew. Someone get this horribly forced romance away from me.
