Throne of Glass One Shots

Ashryver Eyes

"How much for that?" Rowan asked the merchant, nodding to his sword hanging on the wall.

He was having a piss poor shit day and he couldn't wait to get home to punish Aelin for making him have to pay for everything she was putting him through for this.

"This?" The merchant asked, raising a brow. "5000 gold coins."

Rowan's eyes widened. "It's not worth nearly that much." Though he knew that was a lie and it was actually was worth nearly twice that amount, he was lucky he didn't know that.

"Well then why don't you run along and find yourself a sword from some street vendor that doesn't know a dagger from a sword." He waved his hand towards the door, gesturing him to get out of his shop.

Rowan tried to roll his eyes but even this small gesture was too much from him, it sent throbbing pains thudding through his head. Oh, he was totally going to make Aelin pay for this. Rowan stormed through the shop and outside, he didn't have that much money on him. He emerged on the dirt ground in the hot rays of the sun. He flinched away from the light, shielding his eyes with his hands. The first thing he did was walk across the way, dirt crunching loudly beneath his feet into a shop where he bought a pair of lousy sunglasses for a cheap 15 gold pieces.

He strolled back outside, mind wandering as fast as it would go. He should have that much money with him but he didn't think he would end up purchasing his sword from a greedy merchant that priced his sword way higher than he was willing to pay for it. He didn't even have to pay for his sword anyways, he had earned it and it was given to him. A prize for being in the Cadre and a reward for working with Maeve. A hand me down from being a Whitethorn. It was completely unfair that he might ever have to pay for it.

Practicality aside, that sword was apart of him and he was furious with himself for having no idea how he ended up parted with it, why it left its scabbard to begin with. He only had barely half of what he was asking and there was no way that he could barter that much with the man. No, his greed was clear. He was lucky that the price was as low as it was.

He would have to find some sort of job but really, where was there to go that would earn him so much in so little time. One of his first thoughts was the whore house or even just selling himself on the street in general. Judging from how much these village girls were staring at him he didn't doubt the ease but the speed of which the news traveled. He wasn't entirely sure where he was but based upon the climate and terrain he was quite sure he was still in Terrasen. If he did anything of that nature he couldn't risk the word travelling to Aelin but despite that he couldn't do it anyways. He was loyal and he was her king, there was no way come hell or high waters. He couldn't betray her trust.

So, the only logical explanation to his current situation was to take a quick assassin job. No other job would make him so much money so fast and those that might have were too demeaning that he wouldn't dare.

He had to ask and hike around before finding the small cottage that was apparently where he could find a job.

He knocked on the door but it swung open with the force of his knock. He stood, hand suspended in the air for several seconds before lowering his arm and pushing the door open a little further so he go in and look around.

There was a young man in his twenties sitting on a moth eaten chair in the front room that he had just walking into.

"I'm looking for a quick assassin job."

"I'm looking for a quick demolition." The young man returned, fingers folding together in front of him.

Rowan cocked his head, trying to focus on the mans wavering face. "What do you mean?"

He smirked. "I heard about the work your wife did down south, blew up a whole building. I need a similar job done, building needs to come down and the man inside needs to be dead."

Rowan nodded. "Discreet?"

"I don't care, just take it down."

Rowan turned to leave. "Where do you want it done and I want my money in advance."

The young man pointed at a shelf that Rowan wandered over to. He found several bags of that when lifted he figured held more than the half that he needed to repurchase his sword. He picked up each pouch and slipped it in his pocket.

As he walked out of the house, expecting an address the boy said softly. "The house is this one."

Rowan froze in his tracks, the creak of the wood plank beneath his foot stretching over a longer note then was strictly necessary.

"I thought you would be up to the task" Rowan didn't want to but he already had the money and if he didn't do it he would be stealing but what this kid was talking about was suicide. He was probably the same age as Aelin, and he was asking him to destroy him and his house.

"I can't just do that."

"The pirate lord is after me and wants me dead, along with half of the continent. There's no point."

Rowan didn't break eye contact with the guy but he didn't move either. "So was my wife."

The young mans eyes narrowed. "Just do the job."

Rowan shook his head before strolling out the door. Despite what that man said, he was not dead meat unless he really did quit trying and even if he was it wasn't his kill. If the pirate lord wanted him dead then he could kill him or anyone he had pissed off. It wasn't his job to kill him.

So, as an obvious reaction to his situation he ran back to the shop and blew in like a tornado. "I want my sword." He reached in his pocket an pulled out all the bags of money he had gotten from the job plus a little of his own money.

The merchant lifted the bags, weighing them in his palm. He nodded in appreciation of the money and grabbed the sword from where it hung on a few hooks on the wall.

"Careful." Rowan yelped when he nearly dropped it on the ground, scratching the blade.

The merchant scowled at him but handed it to him by the hilt.

Rowan snatched the blade from his hands, shoving it in his scabbard. "Which way to Ornyth."

The man pointed northwest. "That way."

Rowan burst out of the shop, jogging out of town, determined to get out of town before the young man came after him with what he had left of gold.

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Aelin doubled over laughing, Lysandra falling back on her butt. "What is on your face."

Rowan reached up, realizing he was still wearing the shades he bought in the cute little village. "They make me look cool."

Aelin clutched her stomach. "Where the hell did you even go."

Rowan narrowed his eyes. "I don't know but I blame you."

Lysandra sat up. "What?"

"I wasn't even with you."

Rowan blinked once, twice.

"I went to bed with Lysandra"

Rowans head whipped to the black haired beauty who put her hands up in forfeit. "Not like that."

Aelin rolled her Ashryver eyes. He remembered those eyes last night, it had to be him. Who else could it have been?

Realization dawned on him.

"You were with Aedion."

His fists clenched, eyes flashed, body trembled and teeth ground.

He was going to kill that boy.

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A/N:

Words: 1317

And I think this is the first one that I have done from the point of view of Rowan. Thanks for reading and I really liked writing from his point of view (not as much as the others as girls are easier and this POV was kind of a flop) but anyways I hope you enjoyed it more than I did. Don't forget to vote and comment.

Much Love,

Z