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When Rowan Met Aelin

This is the first fic I’ve ever posted and I’m super exited to see how it goes. Feel free to leave any suggestions or comments. If it gets a good response I might post a Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Summary: From Rowan’s point of view from when Aelin comes to Varese and he spies on her for a few days before bringing her to Maeve.

Aelin Galathynius was exactly as Rowan had envisioned. Lazy, spoiled, and utterly useless. He had been trailing her for a few days now. He’d picked up her scent as she traveled inland from Wendlyn’s coast, towards it’s capital Varese. He’d spent his time watching her waste away the day gorging herself on bread and wine and spending her nights brawling in the various taverns throughout Varese. Currently, he was in his hawk form watching her from a few houses over as she sprawled on a rooftop, lazing in the hot sun. Following her for the past twelve days was the most boring job Maeve had assigned him yet, and sitting in the blistering sun all morning wasn't his idea of fun, but he had been ordered to do it, so he did it, at least so he could keep Fenrys at bay. He cringed when he remembered how eager he'd been to get his claws in her. He didn't know why, but he didn't like the thought of Fenrys being alone with Aelin for a few months.

Rowan wasn't sure why she'd come to Wendlyn, Maeve hadn't explained to him the reason she had journeyed across the sea from her comforts in Adarlan. He assumed that it was to meet with her kin, the Ashryvers, but she made no move to enter the castle or announce her identity, other than study the guards, the wall, and the palace with a passive gaze. He supposed she looked rather lost and unfeeling, like she was too exhausted to feel much of anything. Though, he doubted she really had cause to look that way, what could have possibly been done to a spoiled brat like herself to warrant pity from him? Especially from him.

He'd done his best to blend in and not attract any attention, especially from Aelin. He didn't need her getting a whiff of his magic and bolting. So for the past few weeks he'd remained in animal form, surviving off mice, rats, and the bits of meat scraps the peasants left out. It wasn't pleasant, he was ready to change back to his human form. He would soon, he thought to himself, he'd spent long enough boring himself to death watching her. He would wait until she got out of the more crowded parts of the city and then go collect her.

Movement caught his eye and he watched the girl hoist herself into a sitting position, eyes squinting against the blindingly bright sun, grasping for the wine jug that she had set down hours earlier. She tipped the bottle up to her mouth, and frowned as she found that it was empty. It was probably for the best that she didn't have access to more alcohol, she already looked like crap from the brawl she'd started in a tavern the night before and the copious amounts of wine she’d already consumed. He ruffled his feathers in annoyance when he remembered that he would have to deal with this poor excuse for a person, let alone a queen. And gods, the stench wafting over to him. She smelled like sour sweat, a pig farm, and a tavern, not bathing and consuming only oniony bread and sour wine had taken a toll on her personal hygiene. She was staring at the guards on the street below in annoyance. Suddenly, a shadow of pain and self loathing passed her face, and disappeared just as quickly, replaced by the same look of exhausted annoyance. That look unsettled Rowan. It was the same look he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror.

Annoyance and exhaustion pinching her face, she stuck out her tongue at the guards, the castle, and me. I squawked and snapped my beak in annoyance, my wings flaring behind me. How fitting, a spoiled princess throwing a tantrum. I would've rolled my eyes if I could have. I watched as that annoyance melted off of her face, and was replaced by a look of such devastation and sadness as she closed her eyes to savor the cool breeze carrying the scents of all varieties of spices from the nearby market. The look surprised him, surprised and unsettled him. It made him think of Lyria, and the happiness and family he had lost when she died. Rowan hated Aelin Galathynius in that moment. Hated her for her sadness, her laziness, her entitlement, for making him remember. He'd seen that look a few times in the days he'd been watching her. It appeared when Galan Ashryver rode through the palace gates, the crowd roaring his name, or when she seemed to be dragged down by the memories that were threatening to drown her. Since that day, she had seemed even more lost. She drifted in a haze, spending her time sleeping, eating, and drinking, and provoking the most brutal tavern fights Rowan had ever seen, but she always managed to slip away before the city guards came.

She began to shimmy down the drainpipe connected to the roof she was sitting on, and Rowan decided it was time. He flew down to the shadowy alleyway a short distance from where she was and shifted into his Fae form, watching as she stumbled down the alleyway and was hit by a vagrant woman. It was quite comical. Aelin was dirty enough and smelled bad enough that she could easily pass as a vagrant wandering the streets looking for food or a place to sleep. The woman obviously thought she was, and was prepared to fight her for it. Rowan chuckled, he enjoyed seeing little Aelin Galathynius brought so low. Still chuckling, Rowan stepped out of the shadows behind her. Aelin gasped slightly as she turned and beheld who, or rather, what stepped out into the open, dooming her to her fate.

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