So this is the product of my general boredom during English Class. I asked my friend to give me a prompt and decided to write a ROWAELIN because I’m such a trash. This is my first time writing anything in along time and also my first TOG fic. I’m sorry if it sucks. Feedbacks would totally be appreciated.
“Don’t leave me,” Aelin whined softly, her mind delirious with fever. She grabbed at the hem of Rowan’s tunic and looked at him pleadingly.
Rowan looked at Aelin worriedly and placed his cool palm on her scorching forehead. Aelin had been suffering from a rare and terrible illness for a few days now and much to Rowan’s dismay, she didn’t seem to be getting better.
“Fireheart,” he whispered softly, as gentle as he could manage, “I am going to Fenharrow to get you a cure,”
Still, Aelin was adamant. She gripped harder at the hem of Rowan’s tunic, silently asking, begging him not to leave her alone in the castle. Aelin’s grip was not as steady as she would like it to be, as she was considerably weakened from her illness. As a result, Rowan was able to easily pry her fingers from his tunics.
Slowly, Rowan made to leave the bedchamber. As Rowan walked away, Aelin let out a whimper. Hesitantly, Rowan turned to looks at the woman laying helplessly in-between the silken bedsheets. It pained Rowan to leave her, his carranam, his queen when she was so vulnerable.
But, alas, he had no choice. The cure to Aelin’s illness could only be found in Fenharrow and nowhere else. And he was determined to go and retrieve the cure on the pains of death.
“I’ll return soon, Fireheart,” he whispered soothingly, and climbed onto the bed then proceeded to pull her into his arms and cradled her gently. He pressed a kiss - a small peck - to her sweat soaked forehead and ran his fingers through her fine, golden locks. Aelin snuggled closer to Rowan, relaxing as she was slowly being lulled to slumber by Rowan’s tender caress. Not a moment later, she was sleeping like a baby in the fae male’s arms.
Rowan sighed softly and placed Aelin back on their bed, pulling the comforter over the sleeping queen. He got off the bed and stalked towards the door quietly, but not before placing another kiss on her forehead.
To Fenharrow, he decided quietly and closed the door to their bedchamber. To Fenharrow.