A throne of ice and fire ROWAELIN

All witches ain't snitches

Recap

I strolled out from the gateway and saw a whole host of witches.

And I embraced the witch leading them

"All hail, Queen Manon Blackbeak Crochan, high queen of the wastes, the white demon, wing leader, and the last crochan queen!" I yelled.

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And the witch who I had developed to care for seized my hand and hoisted it yelling, "All hail Queen Aelin Galathynius, defeater of Maeve, the queen who walked worlds, the witch slayer, Faerie queen of Terrasen, Adarlan's assassin, The king's champion, Aelin of the wildfire, Aelin fire-bringer, Aelin light-bringer, The queen who was promised, The faerie queen of the west, your notorious fire- breathing bitch queen, heir of fire, heir of Terrasen, heir of Brannon, heir of Mala light-bringer."

and the entire host of witches responded with clapping and hoots, I sketched a petite curtsey and turned towards Manon, who appeared to beam at the look of the museum in embers and then turned to me and once again enveloped me in a firm embrace.

"You won the crochans trust !" I whisper-yelled.

She nodded as she drew away and I saw silver-lined her eyes.

"Where are the thirteen?" I asked her.

"well they're somewhere here, I think to accommodate the males with water and bandages since your fire I think toasted a few of them," she answered and I nodded in agreement and then she took me and hauled me to the thirteen, roaring her second's name.

And after exploring here and there we located the thirteen and their wyverns, Asterin, and sorrel was tending to Fenrys, and vesta, smashed his chains, while Ghisaline assisted Vaughan, and then the remaining served their wyverns. No one dare helped Gavriel, Lorcan, Conall. I walked over to Gavriel and extended him a hand and he got up. Keeping his head down he stammered an apology and went to assist Fenrys. And I then paced to Rowan who had his head drooping low and he seemed in distress, I then touched his head and somehow slid in his mind. I viewed the image of myself pierced onto the gates of Terassen and Lyria rising over him dishonouring him and with my mind already being depleted I couldn't comprehend the one word that came pouring out of Rowan's mouth but then I planted a hand on his shoulder and then took a deep breath and made sure the fire burned through him to rouse him up. And fortunately, it did, and as soon as it did I collapsed on him inattentive. I love dropping motionless, it's so elegant to drop on someone after searing them.

I Rowan Whitethorn had chosen to grab my dagger and stab myself in the gut or heart but you know when sometimes you're about to execute a really bad decision, something causes you to rethink it, it happened but the only variation was that it wasn't a something but rather a someone, yes Aelin Galathynius chose to enter my very frightening vision, and also imprinted me with a burn to nudge me and then fell on me moaning your welcome. And that was the instant I made up my purpose and knew that I was granted another opportunity in life, but something felt unconventional as I got up with a passed out Aelin in my arms and looked throughout and saw the host of witches, I was surprised a little bit more astonished when I couldn't see a sinister queen and faced the stare of Vaughan who agreed and believe me I almost sobbed with delight but turned to a someone behind me when I heard a clearing of the trachea and turned to see a woman with wine red hair and wine-red eyes standing in armour, with a silver-haired haired witch whose eyes were of burning gold and both were gazing at the cutting passed out monarch in my arms and one of them smothered a giggle, I assumed it was the human as I'm rather convinced witches don't snicker.

" Prince Rowan, your club of friends has been healed, we pledge you utter assistance, I Manon and Ansel here have brought our troops, the crochans and some men from the wastes who backed her. As you comprehend the purpose and let me announce our gravest horrors have been verified. Aelin here had addressed us a letter one day ago and thankfully we reached here pronto. Erawan has arisen and will not thwart, this is a valg war." Manon Blackbeak said and I knew it was time to fight so I nodded and turned away from the ladies and headed to the twelve witches with the wyverns, and handed Aelin to a blonde one and the turned to the waiting cadre.

"So we're free, all of us thanks to Galathynius. So as the witch said, the valg shit is authentic and let me tell you, we're still warriors all six of us, so beating around the bush ain't gonna help. And the fact that we're free to form the blood oath doesn't break us and our combat so we're gonna repay the queen, we're gonna fight and make sure Erawan is slain. Being in highschool as Maeve's agents don't mean we are kids, none of us is. Aedion Ashryver is 25, Aelin 20. Our ages don't stop us. We're gonna fight or else we'll have to submit our throats to Morath." I spoke overlooking the whimsical look I received from Fenrys when I spoke Aelin's name. As I was somewhat flustered that we were mates, not only carranam but MATES, now see I a very vicious warrior who lost his mate, is a mate to one of the most attractive, most selfless female, this was very improper and I felt weird like bile burning up throat weird. I felt stiff once again as said, but shrugging it off as the best I could do. Then I took a deep breath and turned towards Manon Blackbeak to ask her of ships to travel back to adarlan, but then it hit me that I should do that. So I shifted into a hawk and flew to the Whitethorn house, I saw Selene's bedroom window open and decided to barge in. I flew in and shifted to see the room clean and empty, I stepped out and went into the main hallway. I heard light chatting and entered the living room to see Endymion, Selene, and a few other cousins watching a movie, by which I mean a recorded play. I whistled to get their awareness and Endymion's head whipped in my direction and he got up to hug me so I hugged back.

"Rowan, you're back- what happened?" Selene asked.

"Maeve, she's dead, Galathynius slew her." I voiced out.

"What? How? When? Where? Why?" Endymion sought.

So I narrated them all of it, from how Maeve got me seized to lure Aelin, Aelin's appearance in the now-demolished Museum of Clocks, and her capture, whipping me and almost killing too, Aelin circling Doranelle with flame. And how Aelin was taken to another world, and then how she decapitated Maeve and planted on Silba's ring on Maeve's finger. And you could tell they were shocked for the least. I got various responses, some diverse from 'damn that is one mighty, rash female' to 'i knew it, all Galathynius's grasp vigour'.

Then I got dragged in a room by Selene who began questioning me about Aelin and then stated I want to meet the lady and I began inner-panicking because Selene might smell the mating bond, the line that existed between me and Aelin, the one that joined our souls. But if I told her no she'd suspect it so I said yes and then Endymion, and Selene went with me like hawks. and we reached the same place again and fond the witches already sitting there with their camp set and we shifted into our fae forms and walked over to the sleeping bags on a separate site where Manon, was standing.

Aelin was napping and spoke in her slumber every once and now.

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-so here you go, anyways I believe Selene and Endymion merited a more of a significant position in the books so ima grant them one.

-sooya