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Lidia being confirmed as a Galaythnius descendant was the best part of the book… the way I already thought she was and still gasped at the confirmation though!!
Okay, finished CC so everyone feel free to send me all the Maasverse content spoiler free: we’re talking Bryce & Dusk court theories, the whole “mates don’t exist” anymore thing, what we think the next books will be (I think CC will follow a post-ACOWAR style diving more into other characters like ACOSF which it also set up with that hand off from Bryce to Nesta). Plus Perry is totally Ithan’s mate and crushing right? And okay but what ACTUALLY is Ruhn’s power cause we saw shadow, mine-speaking, plus starlight, AND healing?! Which Galathynius do we think Lidia’s related to? Anyone else laugh everytime we’re reminded Tharion’s got a wife — plus what’s up with Ariadne? Where did Sigrid go? I want more June x Fury! There’s a new Nesta mission but next book is Elain so intrigue?!
Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius
I think this is going to be my hardest one yet to tell you about, she has had and continues to have such a big piece of my heart. When I first was convinced to read the Throne of Glass series I never knew what impact it would have on me, yet now that I’ve read it, I can’t remember how I lived without these lessons.
Aelin went through a crazy amount of things that shaped her into the amazing person and queen she becomes by the end of the series.
The things Aelin went thorough were so so real, something you can vividly see happening. Something you or a friend could have gone through. Aelin got me through a really really hard time, by waiting so long to read the series I ended up timing it where it made the most impact.
Magical or not, Aelin will always be someone I look up to and want to become.
Aelin Ashryver Galathynius
This character belongs to Sarah J Maas
(Also, omg the quality of he pictures in tumblr is incredible)
All of our leading ladies have tattoos on their back
Airport
One word prompt. Rowaelin.
Thank you, nonnie. Enjoy the fluff.
Rowan landed four hours later than he was supposed to, thanks to the winter storm that had conquered Orynth in the last twenty-four hours. Even Doranelle, which typically had cruel winters, was mild compared to what he had landed in.
“All flights have been canceled until further notice,” a perky woman confirmed over the intercom as Rowan came out of the terminal and into the warmth of the airport.
“Must be getting bad out there,” an elderly man, walking next to Rowan, said.
Rowan grunted in agreement. He wasn’t sure how comforted he was in knowing they had just landed on a hazardous runway, but they had made it, nonetheless. He was here. In Orynth. A small, black velvet box weighing heavy in his coat pocket.
He skipped the baggage claim, for all he had was a carry-on, before finding his way to the rental car desk.
“Small car. Anything will do,” he said, in way of greeting.
The man behind the counter met his eye. “Sorry, sir. No rentals until further notice.”
“As in there’s none available?” he asked, incredulously. “Surely in this weather, you’d have something available. It’s not like there’s a ton of people driving around.”
The man just shook his head before going back to his magazine. “Try a cab.”
Rowan opened his mouth to say something that he’d surely regret before thinking otherwise and exiting the airport. The curb was nearly deserted, the winter storm having canceled everyone’s plans. Rowan stood alone with a handful of others before finally spotting a cab.
He tapped on the passenger side window, seeming to wake the driver up from her nap.
She rolled it down, just a crack. “May I help you?”
“I need you to take me downtown,” he said, urgently.
“Sorry. Not driving in this shit.”
When she started to roll the window up, Rowan opened the door. “Look, I’m already late, okay?”
She tilted her head to the side, sizing him up with her eyes. “It’s dangerous.”
Rowan was from Doranelle. The snow didn’t bother him much, even when it came in foot-fulls. “If I can drive in this shit, so can you.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Fine, but it’ll cost you double.”
Rowan grimaced. “Fine.”
He fell into the backseat, slamming the door harder than he should have, but she seemed to get the hint, not that it seemed to bother her in the least. “So, what’s so urgent that you have to drive through Hell?”
“Pretty sure Hell is made of fire,” Rowan mumbled.
“I don’t know,” the driver crooned. “This is what my Hell looks like.”
Rowan didn’t reply, and they began their drive in silence. She drove absurdly slow, which Rowan shouldn’t have been surprised at. The roads were icy, after all, and the snow was falling in such heaps that they could barely see more than a few feet in front of them. Thankfully, there was barely anyone else on the road.
No one was as idiotic, or determined, as Rowan Whitethorn when he was on a mission.
The twenty-minute drive took over an hour, and by the time they pulled up to Aelin’s apartment complex, Rowan’s heart was nearly beating out of his chest.
“This the right place?” the driver asked, eyeing him in the review mirror.
Rowan nodded, but didn’t move.
She gave him another minute before asking, “Are you going to get out? Or…”
“In a second,” he snapped, before pulling his wallet out of his pocket and handing her a wad of cash. “Thanks.”
Her eyes grew twice their size as she gladly accepted her payment.
Rowan got out and shut the door behind him before she could say another word. Within seconds, she was driving away.
Rowan reached into his coat pocket to make sure it was still there.
He could see her apartment window from where he stood on the street, could see the flickering of the candlelight through the swirling snow. Aelin had always loved candles, had always been drawn to the flame.
With a deep breath, Rowan, along with his bags, made his way up the six flights of stairs. When he arrived in front of her door, he could hear the television playing in the background and Fleetfoot’s paws scattering across the hardwood floor.
He stood there for a moment, excited to see her for the first time in a month. Rowan’s job had forced him to relocate, temporarily, back to his hometown of Doranelle. They had facetimed and texted every day, but it wasn’t nearly the same. He couldn’t wait to hold her, kiss her, touch her skin.
His fist hesitantly knocked on the door.
The volume on the television went down, and Fleetfoot barked quietly.
“Shhh,” Aelin warned. “No one dangerous, I promise.”
The door flew open and Rowan was breathless.
She was beautiful.
Her hair was a mess, piled on the top of her head. She was wearing his teeshirt, the one he had left the first night they had spent together.
Aelin blinked, her mouth falling open. “Rowan?”
Rowan grinned. “Do you always answer the door without pants on?”
Aelin laughed, throwing herself into his arms. “It’s cute how you think I have visitors.”
He pressed his lips against hers, holding her tightly as he spun her around.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, once her feet met the ground. “Why aren’t you in Doranelle?”
Rowan didn’t say anything as he followed Aelin back into her apartment. He shut the door behind him, refusing to take his eyes off her. “Because you’re not in Doranelle.”
Aelin rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her smile. “Well, please surprise me like this more often, because I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” he said, quietly.
Aelin raised a brow. “Has our distance made you soft?”
Rowan laughed, which only broke Fleetfoot out of her daze in front of the fireplace. The pup ran to his side and jumped upon him.
He scratched behind her ears affectionately. “Yes, I missed you too.”
She licked his face in response.
“How long are you staying?”
“Two days,” Rowan frowned. “I have to be back by Monday morning.”
Aelin nodded, nibbling on her lip. It wasn’t enough time. It never seemed like enough time.
Rowan cleared his throat as Fleetfoot climbed off him and went back to her spot in front of the fireplace.
Aelin’s smile faltered. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Rowan raised a brow. “Hmm?”
“You look…weird.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step closer to her, and cleared his throat, once again. “Um…”
Aelin chuckled, wearily. “You’re freaking me out.”
“Aelin…” Rowan began, idly taking her hands in his. “I love you.”
Aelin’s brows rose. “I love you, too.”
Rowan nodded, brushing his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “I hate being so far away from you.”
“I ha-“
“Let me speak before my mind goes blank again,” he begged.
Aelin pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, and nodded, eyes lit with curiosity and adoration.
“I love you,” he said, again. “Being far away from you is bullshit. It’s made me realize just how much I truly love you, Aelin. I never want to be without you. You are everything to me. You make me so happy, happier than I ever thought I could be, and happier than I deserve. I want it to be you and me, forever.”
Aelin’s eyes lined with silver as her realization of the situation hit her. “Ro…”
Rowan slowly got down on one knee, one hand still in hers as the other reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, black box and opened it up, revealing a simple, rose gold band with a small oval diamond sparkling in the candlelight. Aelin let out a soft cry as she took in the man with the ring before her.
Rowan’s voice was soft, tentative but confident when he asked, “Aelin, will you marry me?”
She was on her knees in front of him, her arms being thrown around his neck before she could even say, ”Yes! Of course!”
He slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her, passionately, as the storm raged outside. Not even the weather of Hell could prevent Rowan Whitethorn from asking his future wife the question that he had longed to ask her for so long.
Practically since the day he’d met her.
Shoutout To Us
For surviving 2 whole ass books without knowing that Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius existed