Future of Terrasen

Chapter 10

Rowan shifted into his fae form right in front of her. Aelin skidded to a halt, snow spraying around their feet. She laughed again, her heart pounding.

"Did you really think you could outrun me?" he cocked his head.

She put her hands on her hips. "You cheated. Not all of us can fly, you know."

"I thought you were the best assassin in Adarlan?" he teased.

"In the whole northern continent," she corrected. She knew there would be other assassins just as good as Celaena Sardothien - just like Sam had been - but there wasn't a single doubt now, not with her wildfire. She sniffed the air and sighed. "It smells like you."

His lips twisted as he tried not to smile. "It would do. It's snow."

She glared at him. "There's so much of it, the smell is suffocating me."

"Your Highness better go inside where she can breathe then," Rowan said, his smile breaking free.

She frowned. "You could help me breathe anyway."

His smile turned into a feral grin. Not this time, Fireheart.

"Come on," he said. "You'll freeze out here without your cloak." He turned and headed towards the doors.

"What's the matter?" she mumbled, knowing full well he could hear her. "Your feathers not keeping you warm?"

Rowan shook his head, his back still to her.

Aelin bent down and scooped up a snowball. She threw it at his muscled back. He turned and it missed by a long shot.

He chuckled. "You'll have to do better than that." He turned back around, heading for the doors.

This time Aelin rolled four snowballs up and lobbed one after another. The first one missed of course - but it was only a distraction. The second hit Rowan's back, the third hit his head, and when the last one splattered on his backside, Rowan turned and quietly growled.

"Now," he said, his grin turning lethal, "you're in trouble."

He took one step and Aelin yelped. She hurdled over a nearby bush. It did her no good as Rowan had caught up in seconds. He tackled her into the soft snow, cold soaking into her bones. But she didn't care. Not when Rowan's body heat was keeping her warm. He leaned over her and bit her ear.

"The almighty Rowan Whitethorn just got hit three times with snowballs by the best assassin in all of Erelia," she laughed breathlessly.

"Ex-Assassin," he grumbled and poked her rib.

"Wait until Emrys shares this as one of his legendary stories," she teased. "I think I'll request it every time the snow falls."

Rowan growled again. "You thought the snow was suffocating before?" He pushed her so she rolled sideways - and he kept pushing her. "Wait until I make you a snowball."

Aelin laughed and let him push her. She honestly wanted to see if he could make her into a snowball. But instead, she said, "You can try, Your Majesty."

Again, sorry it's taking ages. I have SOOOOO many assignments right now. Hoped you liked more of this Rowaelin fluff. I'll update when I can (again sorry about that). Thanks for reading this chapter :)(: