Doraelin OneShots

Crowned Queen of Terrasan

Aelin laid in bed starring at the ceiling. Somewhere a clock chimed twice, the noise echoing through the vast darkness of her bedroom. Two o'clock in the morning. Today she would officially be crowned Queen of Terrasan. Groaning she rolled on to her side closing her eyes willing her mind to stop thinking so that she could get some sleep, but it didn't work. She was nervous. Why was she nervous? She had been acting Queen of Terrasan for over a year now. Had freed her people, resorted magic and defeated the Valg King. So why was the thought of a little ceremony keeping her awake at night. Suddenly she wished that Dorian had stayed the night with her. He had asked, but it wouldn't have been appropriate because the people of Terresan were unaware of their relationship and it could be interpreted as a threat.

Sighing she sat up throwing the covers off of her as she swung her feet onto the floor. She stood crossing the room to grab a robe to cover her exposed body in the short silky nightgown she was wearing. Quietly she slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. The guards posted outside made to follow her, but she ordered them to remain at their post, stating that she needed a walk to clear her mind. They had obeyed, but she knew that as soon as she was out of sight that one of them would go wake up Rowan.

Aelin walked absent-mindedly allowing her feet to lead her through the marble halls, the floor cool against her bare skin. Her feet stopped before a wooden door and Aelin raised her eyes, realizing where she was. Two more guards were posted outside this door, and they mumbled a greeting. Aelin nodded her head, as she opened the door slipping inside. She didn't care what they thought anymore she needed to see him.

"Chaol, I don't care!" Aelin leaned against the wall letting the shadows conceal her. They hadn't noticed her come in. "You have to care Dorian! Don't you care about the fate of your country, of your people?" She inched forward, as much as she dared, she could see Dorian standing inches away from Chaol. He was furious. What were they fighting about at two in the morning?

Dorian lowered his voice, "We will not have this conversation anymore. Do you understand?" "It's not something that you can just sweep under the rug, and hope it never becomes a problem Dorian! You must have an heir or leave the fate of Adarlan to Hollin!." Aelin's eyes widened, as a knot formed in her stomach. Chaol leaned back crossing his arms. Dorian looked like he was going to rip Chaol's head off.

Chaol sighed. "Dorian, I understand that you love her, I do. And if you were anybody else, but you're not." "Chaol.." Dorian warned. "No, Dorian listen. You yourself have said that she will never marry you, she won't link the two countries." "Chaol..." Aelin could feel the temperature dropping. "You can't spend the rest of your life being the Queen of Terrasan's whore!" Dorian swung and punched Chaol square in the face, sending Chaol stumbling backwards. Chaol straightened his fingers curled into a fist. "Get out"

Chaol turned and headed towards the door. As he walked closer Aelin could see the red mark on his cheek, it would bruise. He paused for a split second sending a glance in her direction before opening the door and leaving. As the door closed, Aelin stepped out of the shadows and walked silently across the room. Dorian was sitting on the sofa with his back to her, holding his head in his hands.

Without a word she bent over the back of the sofa wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek. Dorian placed his hand on her arm. They stayed like that in silence for a little over a minute before he grabbed her hand, pulling her around to sit in his lap. Aelin smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around her, his head nuzzling into her hair. "What brings the future Crowned Queen of Terrasan to the bed chambers of the Crowned King of Adarlan?" He breathed into her ear. "I couldn't sleep." Dorian nodded. Aelin turned to look at him, her fingers tracing the features of his handsome face. "And... I missed you." His sapphire eyes lit up as he leaned closer. "Oh really?What did you miss?" The corners of Dorian's mouth lifted as she leaned her body into him pushing him on to the sofa. "This" she whispered against his lips as she kissed him.

Three chimes echoed through the room. Aelin was laying next to Dorian on the sofa her head resting on his chest. She was trying to sleep, but her mind was racing. It was filled with anxiety of becoming Queen, but mostly she heard Chaol's voice over and over saying; You must have an heir. He was right, she held her breath trying to keep herself from crying. It didn't work. "Aelin?"

Dorian placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up ward so that he could see her. Tears were running down her cheeks. Alarm flooded his face as he squeezed her tighter his lips brushing her face, kissing away her tears. "What's wrong?" he stroked her hair as she buried her face into his chest and sobbed. "Aelin?" "I never wanted to be queen" She finally whispered. "Even when I was little I used to argue with my father about it" she smiled at the memory. Lifting her head she met Dorian's eyes. They were full of concern. "There was only one time, I truly thought I could be happy as Queen, and it was a dream that would never come true... A dream in which the Crown Prince married an assassin." Dorian exhaled, pulling her closer to him. Tears were streaming down her face now. "Chaol was right" Dorian sat up abruptly forcing her to look at him. "You need an heir, and I..." Her voice trailed off she couldn't speak. "Forget what Chaol said" Aelin shook her head through ragged breaths she sobbed. "No, he was right. He was right..."

Dorian held her face in his hands. She could barely see him through the tears. "Aelin, you will be a wonderful leader of your people. The strong, powerful Queen that Terrasan needs now... and I..... I will continue to love you. Even when the world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. I don't need you to be my Queen... Aelin."

Pulling him into an embrace she sobbed into his neck. Just the thought of living her life without him broke her soul into a million pieces. They all could go to hell as far as she was concerned. "I will" she whispered against his skin. She felt Dorian still. "What?" "I will...one day... I will be your Queen Dorian, I will marry you" A calming peace suddenly came over her, all anxiety disappeared from her thoughts. She pulled back her head to look at him. Dorian was smiling. "On one condition" She raised her eyebrows. "Terrasan remains its own independent country." Aelin beamed at him. She didn't know how they would make it work and didn't care. All she cared about was how Dorian made her feel and the thought of spending everyday for the rest of her life with him was euphoric.