Rowaelin v.s. Remelle in Heir of Fire

Remelle v.s. Rowaelin

The door flew open and Celaena startled, looking up at the huge, and obviously annoyed, warrior storming in. She let down the arm she had been stretching and cocked her head at him.

"What's gotten your feathers in such a tussle?" Celaena asked, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The fact that Rowan didn't react to her taunting made her rather suspicious. He crossed his arms and stared stubbornly out the window.

After a while, when Celaena had plopped down on the bed and was watching him, legs folded in front of her, he let out a quiet string of profanities.

Celaena couldn't hold back her grin this time and Rowan turned to glare at her. She raised her eyebrows.

With a sigh, Rowan crossed the room and sat down beside her with plenty of space between them. He drew his hand down his face in exasperation before settling them between his knees with his eyes on the floor.

"We have visitors."

Celaena waited for him to elaborate.

"A couple of rather... unpleasant highborn Fae."

"Oh." It still didn't explain why he was so upset. She had seen him stare down anyone within a mile's radius when he was having a bad day. "Have you met them before?"

"Yes," he said gruffly and glanced at her briefly before looking down again. "A couple of them at least. They're greedy bastards, all of them. And their lady is worse than a lot of the other nobility in Doranelle."

He groaned softly.

"How do you..." Celaena's voice died as he turned his eyes to her to give her a meaning stare. "Oh," Celaena said again, uncomfortable suddenly. She fidgeted slightly.

"It was a while ago and it didn't last long, for obvious reasons, but she has a tendency to be... persistent."

Celaena couldn't find anything obvious about it since she had never met the woman, and as they descended to the dinner hall, she understood it even less. There was only one female in the room and she had an aura of dignity and wealth. Her hair was a shining and her features were as lovely as the sunset.

Rowan stopped before the table and bowed from the waist, Celaena mimicking him and sneaking glances at the company.

The others all possessed that Fae-loveliness, but none of them came close to the female.

"Prince Rowan," the female said, smiling. 

"Lady Remelle," Rowan answered gruffly. He didn't bother to greet the others as he took one of two seats still available.

With a sting of something that Celaena refused to acknowledge, she realized that he took the chair next to Remelle's. It left Celaena to sit across from the lady.

Rowan didn't meet Celaena's gaze when he said, "Everyone, this is Elentiya. Elentiya, this is Lady Remelle of Doranelle. And everyone else." He made a gesture towards the others, who all looked rather displeased at being clumped together in such a fashion. Rowan didn't seem to care.

Celaena realized then that he had introduced her not as Aelin or Celaena, but as Elentiya. Celanea became even more guarded, as Rowan clearly did not trust this group and did not want them to know who was currently residing at Mistward.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Remelle said in that flawless voice.

Celaena truly did not get how anything about Rowan walking away from this female was obvious.