Rowen is the elder more methodical and calculating half sister of Isabella swan.
While Bella was whisked away to live with her mom Reneé. Rowen stayed with her father in forks. She wasn't one to be easily held down.
That is until she meets her mate...
-Which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?-
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*our beautiful girl Freya <3*
July 30th, 2006.
Volterra, Italy. Rowens pov.
"Well done, Freya, my sweet girl." The mare huffed as my hand ran down her neck, my forehead pressed against hers. Her charcoal black coat was silky smooth and soft, and her matching black mane hung loosely over her loving eyes.
The two of us had just spent half the day galloping through Volterra countryside, the crisp frosted meadows and cerulean skies are a perfect landscape for our time together. A horse and her rider with a bond unlike any other, relishing in the peace.
A presence behind me caught Freya's eye, her fidgeting as a result. I continued to run my hand down her neck, hushing her to be calm. "You ride her well, it is clear she trusts you." Aro's voice ran out through the courtyard, I rolled my eyes before turning to face him, curtsying as I did so. My red cloak hung on my shoulders.
Aro held out a white envelope, the Cullens crest sealed it shut, taking it in my hands I observed the envelope with curiosity flipping it between my fingertips, I rose a brow at aro before breaking the seal and revealing the contents. My crimson eyes darted across the page, reading the inked words.
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*pretend it says 2006, idk why it's 2011*
"Marriage? She's eighteen... it's clear that he refuses to change her unless he has his assurances, what's to say he won't fall back on his decision once she says 'I do'?" I queried at the king, his dark brows furrowed slightly. "It appears the Cullens are more aware than I thought." He spoke, and now it was my turn to furrow my brows. "I don't follow." I muttered, and the king gestured to the courtyard. "You married into royalty, you are blessed that much is true, I do believe Bella assumes the same for herself, by forming a bond with the Cullens she ensures not only her own safety but that of the covens too." His own crimson irises searched mine, the realisation soon graced my features.
