Rowan laughed, stooping to gather his
sword belt, left neatly by the wall alongside
hers. Only Gavriel would have arranged them
with such care. “That need indeed trumps
what I had planned.”
People gawked in the halls, some whispering
as they passed.
The queen and her consort. Where do you
think they’ve been these past few days?
I heard they went into the mountains and
brought the wild men back with them.
I heard they’ve been weaving spells around
the city, to protect it against Morath.
Rowan was still smirking when Aelin
emerged from the communal ladies’ bathing
room.
“See?” She fell into step beside him as they
aimed not for their room and ravishment, but
for the hallway where food had been laid out.