Moving on, moving forward.

Thinking it Over.

They floated there for what seemed like hours, talking, laughing and.... certain other things.
The moon was low in the sky, it was almost dawn. Rowan held her hand in his as she talked. He wasn't listening, the sound of her voice danced in his head. He stared up at the sky.
Feeling the water lap against his toes and the grass tickle his ear, he thought.

Everything that had happened over the past few years was insane, everyone they had lost. He had nearly lost her, so nearly that it still haunts his dreams.

Meave had stolen Aelin from him, she had taken her, whipped her, and locked her in an iron coffin. The absolute rage that he felt that day, along with the pain and the all consuming fear. This wasn't like when he lost Lyria, this was much worse.
And Lyria. Oh Lyria. His heart stretched at her thought. He had loved her, had believed her to be his mate. But it had been a trick of Meave's. Something that Meave had inflicted on him to break him, and how it worked. She broke him so thoroughly that he didn't even recognise his real mate, had hated her even.
He turned his head to look at his wife. She talked animatedly about something he had forgotten. She waved her free hand in the air above them as she spoke. The moonlight reflected off her hair and skin making her glow, her eyes shined. Warmth filled him and he lifted his free hand to brush a lock of golden hair off her forehead. She looked at him.
"Were you listening to me?" She half sat up and moved her face towards him, accusation glinted in her eyes.
He looked at her with eyes filled with adoration. Amused, he smirked.
"No."
Outrage filled her features and she started, but Rowan cut her of with his lips. She relaxed into him, pushing him onto his back. He combed his fingers through her hair.
How could he have hated her? He felt like a completely different person then he was before. Quiet joy settled in his chest. He chuckled to himself against her lips.
She leaned back and smiled, "What's funny?"
Rowan looked at her and he saw his own joy reflected in her eyes. He felt his eyes crinkle as a huge grin lit up his face, a matching grin transforming her face, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His smile faded and he cupped her face in his hands, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs.
"Just thinking things over."
"Thinking what things?"
He felt her hand stroking his chest and abdomen.
"Everything."
"Everything that has happened?"
"Yeah" he sighed and ran his hand down her arm to grasp her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed each knuckle.
He felt emotion welling in his throat, "I nearly lost you," His voice cracked and he saw her face soften.
"I know. But we figured it out. Well, you did."
He smirked again, "I did didn't I?"
"Yeah, don't expect me to call you my knight in shining armour or anything, that's pushing it," She said blandly.
He laughed, "Please don't."
Chuckling and shaking her head she sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, "You were thinking about Lydia."
How did she do that? Always knowing his thoughts. Then again, he did that to her.
"Yeah, her and other stuff."
"Did you hear anything of what I was saying?"
He cringed.
She sighed.
"I was just so enraptured by your lovely voice that I couldn't understand a word."
Aelin rolled her eyes at him but grinned, "Oh bullshit."
He sat up, "What were you saying?"
"I was talking about Aedion and Gavriel."
Rowan sighed and leaned into her, she rested her head against his. Their shoulders pushed together.
"Do you think Aedion will accept Gavriel?" She asked him.
"Over time I think he will. I believe he has warmed to him a bit, despite not wanting to."
"It's hard for him, with Meave. Aedion spent almost all of his childhood hearing about her. I remember listening to my parents argue about how to keep me from her." She shook her head, sadness in her eyes.
"Not to mention the war, if they had helped them, maybe..." her voice grew quiet.
"Maybe what? Maybe Aedion wouldn't have had to fight in the battle?" He rubbed a hand down her back.
"Yeah. He was barely fourteen Rowan."
"He would have anyway. You know that."
She sighed and leaned her head against him.
"Yeah l know. But he hates her, possibly even more than me."
Rowan pulled his head back in mock shock, "More than you? More than you?"
Aelin only rolled her eyes before responding, exasperated, "Yes. Don't you see? That's the only problem he has with Gavriel, at least the most obvious and understandable reason."
"Yes I see. I understand that." Rowan chuckled and shook his head.
Leaning back in his hands he looked up at her. She stared at the sky, the starlight twinkling in her eyes, Rowan gazed at her. His beautiful wife. His mate. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, leading a path up her neck. He kissed behind her ear and pulled at it, "Aedion will figure it out," kiss, "If you're worried," kiss, "maybe," kiss, "you could ask him about it." Kiss kiss kiss.
Already distracted by him, she leaned her head to the side to allow him better access and mumbled a simple, "Mhm."
He grinned against her neck and chuckled, he was glad the conversation was over. There were other things on his mind.

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There will be another one up. I'm really interested in the whole Aedion and Gavriel thing so there's going to be some on that. I hope you like this and are looking forward to the next.
Also, the book I'm writing. Chapter one is up, I do hope you check it out and tell me what you think. It's only the beginning and it's a draft so you know, it won't be spectacular.
Thanks,
Throneofss