Rowaelin+Feysand

"Please Don't Die"

Aelin P.O.V

I knew it. I had known it since days ago, but I was so cowardly and stupid that I had not acted on it. I had not wanted to believe it, but here it was. I hated fate. I hated it so much, and if I ever encountered it... I would take pleasure in killing it very, very slowly. I would hack it to pieces, first with the fingers, each one cut off in a very unclean way, then the toes, then the eyes, etc. The head would go last.

Why did I hate fate so much, you ask? My Mate was going to die because of my unwillingness to face the issue. Usually, I would have a plan, go out and do it, but everyone had been so happy, and at peace. I did not want to fracture that semblance of normalcy that was in their lives. Me, I would never be able to have peace. Not when I could predict so easily what was going to happen. I always knew when danger was coming. Call in intuition, or whatever, I had no clue why. 

This time, Rowan had also been keeping a very close eye on me. He had not let me out of his sight for more than a minute, so I could not do anything "reckless".

"Please," I begged. My voice sounded hollow, even to my ears. "I'll do anything."

"No," My Mate's voice was strong, even now. Even when Meve held him in her clutches, and he was helpless to the situation. "Aelin, I am not worth it."

"You'll always be worth it." my voice was raw. "Always."

Then I struck. I was Aelin of the Wildfire, lost Queen of Terassen. And I was going to save my Mate, my everything, no matter what it took. ANd this was what it took. 

I went into my well of magic, found the bottom, and removed it in one swift motion. There was lava hot magic below that bottom, that false bottom that I had imagined was there all my life. I gathered all of it, and with a strangled scream, unleashed myself. The only thing I knew was I needed to save my mate. My mate. My mate. The only thing that was tethering me to the world was his name. Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan.

Then everything went black.

Rowan P.O.V

"Please," she begged. What the hell was she doing? Why was she begging? I was not worth it in any way. "I'll do anything."

What? She was so damn stupid, didn't she realize that if she said that, Maeve could make her do anything? I was not vital; it was utterly stupid to be begging for me.

"No." I willed my voice to be as strong as possible. I needed to speak from my heart. "Aelin, I'm not worth it."

"You'll always be worth it" she seemed like she was choking. "Always."

My heart broke at that moment. My mate thought that I was worth something. Worth... her love. But no, she could not die for me. Iy was irrational for her to die for me. It should be the other way around. That was my last thought before all hell broke loose.

She was my Fireheart, she was flame. Her eyes were suddenly engulfed in gold, and from her came forth a burst of light so blinding I shielded my eyes. Maeve's magical hold on me loosened, and I struggled to break free. Finally, I did and ran to where Aelin was. I knew her fire would not burn me.

"Aelin, I meant to gasp, but it came out as a strangled cry when Aelin Galathynius, my Fireheart, my Queen, my carranam, my Mate, collapsed into my arms.

No pulse. No pulse. No pulse. she had no pulse. No. She could not be dead. Could not have sacrificed herself for me. This was the woman who had defeated Valg, and here she was, completely still.

"Aelin," I whispered. "Aelin, answer me."

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No. 

"Aelin!" I was shouting. "Aelin, wake up now!"

Nothing.

"Oh dear. Looks like we have a murder on our hands." Maeve was smirking. 

No. Not a murder. Please no, I could not live...

"She's not dead." now my voice was the weakest thing I had ever heard.

"Oh, really? Impressive that someone can live without a pulse."

She was right. Maeve was right. "What have you done to her?" I snarled.

"Oh, Rowan, I have done nothing. Your sweet mate here died. For you." Maeve chuckled.

No, no, no. I looked at her serene face, glassy eyes. The perfect picture of a corpse. My mate. My mate was dead. No more eye contact conversations, never would I hear her beautiful laugh again, nor would I hear her call me "Buzzard". I had been so lucky to have her, and now she was gone. Completely gone. Forever.

"Poor Rowan, poor Rowan." Maeve sounded like she was scolding me. I would kill that- "Your mate is dead and you have nothing to live for anymore."

I would have hurt her, if she had not been correct. Aelin, my beautiful Fireheart, my Queen... was dead.

I took a deep breath, picked up her dagger, and plunged it into  my own heart.