#yrene towers

[autumnshighlady]

Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

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***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs. 

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–” ��You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open. 

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I��m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip. 

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they? 

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear. 

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. 

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it. 

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin –  never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. ��Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips. 

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king. 

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.  

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both. 

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! <3

[fictionalmanswhore]

Umm Her Royal Highness Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

[queen-aelin-of-terrasen]

Aelin: Life can be a lot sometimes

Rowan: I understand, fireheart

Aelin: but I can do the most too tbh

Rowan:

Aelin: like why tf did I not tell you guys about this whole army I had LMAO—

[writtenonreceipts]

first of all THANK YOU for the prompt list, it is marvelous!!

secondly, i feel like you could do something completely brilliant with #23, Hold my hand, it's almost over.

idk what it is but prompt lists are so fun for me. i'm not the best at them, but i like seeing what i can do with them, lol. i hope they provide some inspiration :)

as for the prompt...how's about some elorcan?

Canon, in which Elide is determined to finally heal her ankle.

Warnings: depictions of extreme pain/distress, mentions of potential miscarriage ~2.4k words

…

There Now, Steady Love

Searing hot pain rippled up Elide’s ankle and to her thigh.  It was unlike anything she’d experienced before as it drove not just into her muscles, but her very bones as well.

She screamed around the rag that had been stuffed into her mouth to try and prevent her from waking the dead.  It wasn’t working.  In fact, Elide wondered if calling upon Anneith would be more helpful than the damned rag.  Death sounded like better relief than to keep enduring whatever this was.

“A little longer,” Yrene’s calm voice informed her.

Elide groaned and squeezed her eyes shut.  This was hell.  It had to be.

After over a year of preparatory probing and research, Yrene and Elide had finally determined the best course of action in healing Elide’s damaged ankle.  Yet no amount of work could ready Elide for feeling as though her entire body were being ripped apart sinew by sinew.

The pain wasn’t just limited to her leg.  No.  It extended through every nerve ending, every muscle, every ligament.  It was all she could do to keep from passing out.

“Almost,” Yrene said.  Her voice somehow pierced the clouded haze of Elide’s mind.  The promise of relief was not very comforting right now.

The healing had been long discussed and anticipated ever since Yrene first recommended it.  Even with waiting until after Yrene delivered her baby and had time to regain strength—they’d both been eager to see what they could accomplish on the matter.  And then Elide had been busy rebuilding Perranth and making sure the peerage was settled in their new duties.  Not to mention attempting to tame Lorcan into behaving around the lot of them.  The time just hadn’t been feasible to make this actually happen.

Elide had been waiting years for this and she would endure the pain.  Because once this part of her life was over with—she could truly move on from her past.  Even if she’d come to terms with her parents' deaths and her uncle's treatment of her, Elide knew that being able to walk (for herself) was a stepping stone she needed to pass.

“Alright,” Yrene said, withdrawing her soft hands from Elide’s burning foot.

The relief wasn’t immediate, pain still lanced through her leg and pulsed with each heartbeat, but Elide could finally take a full breath.

“Mala above,” Elide gasped, spitting out the makeshift gag. “Are you sure you gave me enough laudanum?”

“I can’t have you completely delirious,” Yrene reminded her.

It had been a long, arduous discussion especially after Lorcan had gotten involved.

Elide felt a new round of tears prick her eyes as she caught her breath.  Hadn’t she cried enough?  Wasn’t there a point in which the pain would finally numb everything away?  

She looked to the empty stool beside her bed.  She’d wanted this—for Lorcan not to be there.  Even if his magic would have helped her endure the pain.  He would have forced Yrene to stop hours ago and insisted they could go again another day.

Elide loved that brute of a demi-fae but she knew what she wanted.  Still, she had betrayed him in letting him go off with Rowan, Fenrys, and Vaughn for a respite in the mountains.  The males of the court were antsy for something to do other than organize treaties and listen to badgering farmers.  Vaughn had been the only one she’d told about her plans because he was the only one she could trust to keep a secret.

It was the perfect opportunity to start the healing process.

But as Elide rubbed the muscles of her leg and wiped her nose on her shoulder—all she could feel was guilt.  She knew that, despite his protestations, Lorcan wanted to be here for Elide.  He wanted to help her with the pain and recovery.  Elide loved him for it.  Loved him for that ferocity he had.  And she couldn’t help but wish he was there now.  Damn her.

“Are you ready?” Yrene asked as Elide slowly sat up again. “I’ve gotten past the callouses built up on the bones, we can move on to the muscles with more focus.”

Elide cursed.  It already felt like her entire leg had been torn apart, what more could she take.  

Yrene smiled grimly.  Her thick, dark curls spiraled out from beneath her headwrap and sweat stained her brow. “You can do this, Elide.”

“What about you?” Elide prodded. “Regretting your life choices yet?”

“After delivering a seven-pound baby,” Yrene said dryly, “I’m fairly certain I can withstand this.”

Elide snorted a laugh.  She’d helped Yrene when the time came for her delivery, the two having grown close during the war and Elide’s small dabbling’s with healing.  If there was ever a woman who knew strength and endurance it was Yrene Westfall.

“Alright,” Elide finally said.  She grabbed the gag-rag and refolded it. “I’m ready.”

Yrene moved her hands back to Elide’s outstretched legs.  When nothing happened, Elide shifted slightly.

“What?” she asked.

Yrene looked up, her honey gold eyes wary. “Are you sure you don’t want Lorcan here?”

Had her entire body not been thrumming with pain, Elide would have launched out of the bed.  Instead, she settled on a scowl.  When she shifted, her leg hummed with pain that felt like someone were plucking her ligaments like a bowstring.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Elide insisted.  

Even with the guilt in her heart, Elide was still a little mad at Lorcan.  She had no reason to be of course, not really.  She’d known he was fiercely loyal and protective.  Even a year after the events at Skulls Bay, she knew his actions still affected him.  But sometimes the male drove her insane.  

The last time Yrene and Elide were determined to set about the healing had been interrupted when a lady’s maid had made the incorrect assumption that Elide’s courses were late.  Right where Lorcan could hear.

Even with Elide’s continued assurance she wasn’t with child, Lorcan had remained staunchly alert of everything Elide did and insisted they hold off on the healing process.  Her cycles were irregular in any case and there weren’t any of the tell-tale signs of pregnancy.  Besides, she’d simply known.  Perhaps it was terror at the thought of having a baby or simply feeling that it couldn’t be possible.  They’d been careful with tonics and everything.  Not to mention they were not even a year into their marriage—they wanted to wait.  In any case, Lorcan had taken a note out of Rowan’s book and become fussy and overbearing on what could have been.  The effort and bodily fatigue of the healing process simply wouldn’t have made a pregnancy viable.  Elide understood that and if she had been pregnant that first time, she would have agreed with her husband.

“He’s your mate, Elide,” Yrene said, “he could help with this.”

“It’s fine,” Elide insisted.  Her chest seized just a little at the thought.  Her mate.  The person who knew her better than anyone.  She still wasn’t convinced of that fact.  But sometimes when Lorcan looked at her she could feel that thread of love wrapping around her heart.

Yrene pursed her lips.  “You get to deal with the angry demi-fae.”

Elide stuck the rag in her mouth in answer.  She could handle her husband.  She’d waited long enough for her ankle to be healed.

Rolling her eyes, Yrene ran her hands over Elide’s ankle again.  This time the pain came immediately.  A dull ache throbbed in Elide’s ankle.  The heavy pain rolled slowly up her leg settling just above her heel.  It remained there for several seconds before inching up beneath her skin bit by bit.  

Elide fisted her fingers into the sheets of the bed.  It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in a day or else she was convinced she’d make a mess of herself.  The pain worked its way higher up her calf now.  Her muscles were quivering with being rearranged and adjusted like this.

The pain was getting so intense that Elide felt a sharp tug burrow deep in her chest.  Snarling against the gag, she nearly arched off the bed at that.

“Breathe, Elide!” Yrene barked.  The order was laughable.  How the hell could she breathe right now?

As stars burst behind Elide’s eyes and a low hum began in her ears, she was certain she’d passed out.  She couldn’t focus on anything beyond that pain.  She needed her husband.  That much was certain.  Elide could take a hit to her pride at that.  She didn’t care.

And then, just as the thought wormed through her mind—there was a sliver of ease among the hurt.  It was bare, soft and gentle as it soothed over her and Elide could finally suck down a breath.

She didn’t have time to consider what had happened when a large, warm hand curled around hers.

The sense of relief the oozed through Elides muscles was immediate and a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.  She was surrounded by the warm scent of cinnamon and she knew Lorcan was there.

He was saying something, but Elides ears were ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything but remaining conscious.  There was a steady cadence to his words and Elide was certain he was only offering support.  His magic ran along Elide’s body like cool tendrils and more of that deep hurt thrumming in her body disappeared.

“Okay!” Yrene shouted, breaking through the haze of pain in Elides mind.

At once the ache eased and all that was left was Lorcan’s easy magic running over Elide’s leg.

“Mala above!” Elide snarled, spitting the gag out.  She cursed several more times, rolling onto her side, closer to where Lorcan was.

One of his hands went to her cheek running along her jaw and into her hair.  She leaned into his touch, desperate to have him nearby.  When she finally blinked through her tears, Elide looked up to her husband who gazed anxiously down at her.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he murmured.

“You worry too much,” Elide said.  Her words didn’t have as much bravado as she wanted.  Instead, her voice was raspy from screaming.

Lorcan bowed his head down to press his forehead to hers.  His onyx eyes gleamed as he held her gaze.  She could feel the worry and hurt emanating from him.

“I could feel the minute it started,” he told her.  The hand still entwined in her fingers squeezed tightly.  “You scared me before Vaughn told me what you’d planned.”

Elide would whack Vaughn for his betrayal later. For now, she took a shaky breath. “I knew you’d try and talk me out of this.”

Her husband let out an unamused bark. “You are the most stubborn woman I know, Elide.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of this.  But I don’t have to like the pain you’re putting yourself through.”

“I can take it,” she replied.  She frowned up at him, earning a wry chuckle.

Lorcan pressed a kiss to her nose. “I know you can, heart.  But will you please let me help you?”

Taking a few deep breaths, Elide rolled onto her back again and spared a glance to Yrene.  Her friend was pretending to not be listening to them as she took a long drink from a water skein.

“Thank-you,” Elide whispered looking back at her husband.  Lorcan smiled, something soft and far sweeter than she ever saw from her.  Her heart seized at the sight.

Yrene cleared her throat softly. “I see a bit of scar tissue built up along the muscles.  It’s going to take some work to clear up.  But once that’s done, I’m sure it should be a bit easier going forward.”

Sitting up a little bit more against the stack of pillows behind her, Elide nodded stiffly.

“Then let's start.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide wondered how much longer it would take before he climbed up on the bed beside her.  And if she were being honest, Elide wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hold my hand,” Lorcan said, offering his hand once again. “It’s almost over.”

Elide did so, gripping his fingers tighter than before.  She stuffed the gag in her mouth again and braced for the pain again.

…

Elide had no idea how long she’d slept for.  It could have been hours; it could have been days.  All she knew was that when she woke up her leg pulsed with an ache.  

Whimpering, Elide tried to roll on her side.  Tried to because her husband lay next to her with a heavy arm draped over her that prevented her from moving too far.  At the sounds she made, Lorcan stirred.  His arm tightened around her.  His nose nuzzled into her neck and his breath was warm against her skin.

“Elide?” he murmured. “Are you awake?”

The question had her wondering how often she’d spent in a delirium of pain unable to actually speak.

“Regrettably,” she told him.

Lorcan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.  His frown made deep grooves appear on his brow as he considered her words. 

Smiling, Elide raised a hand to smooth over her jaw. “I’m fine.  Don’t worry.”

Her words didn’t convince him as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Are you hungry?” Lorcan asked.

Elide shook her head.  She felt nauseous and was more than willing to lay in bed.

“I just want to stay here,” she said.

Lorcan settled back beside her and pulled her tighter against him. “We can do that.”

His magic was a steady thread around her that Elide could have easily fallen back asleep.

“Thank-you,” she sighed. “For believing in me.”

Humming, Lorcan ran a hand along her side. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It was something I needed to do.”  She said the words softly, carefully.  Lorcan had always given her leave to run the house, run her life, as she saw fit.  He often came to her to ask for advice as well.  Still, she could understand his protective nature.

“I know,” Lorcan said.  He kept up his soothing ministrations along her side. “How’s your leg?”

“Not the best,” Elide admitted.  She nestled into Lorcan though, and sighed. “But you’re here.”

“Always,” he promised, “my heart.”

And that was all she needed.

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[lucien-calore]

chaol: ARE YOU-

dorian: fucking

chaol: KIDDING ME?? YOU-

dorian: fucking

chaol: PIECE OF-

dorian: shit

aelin: what the heck is going on??

dorian: yrene doesn't like it when chaol swears, so i'm doing it for him

[i-only-see-daylight]

Chaol: What if something happens to Dorian, and he never gets to meet my baby? I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met Dorian.

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

I mean is he not the perfect person to play Dorian? He has the ‘pretty boy’ feel about him, while also being able to intimidate anyone that looks his way. 

[acourtof-ash-and-ruin]

Rereading Heir of Fire and I seriously will never get over the fact Aedion tripped Dorian into a rose bush 💀

[xoparrish]

if yrene towers has a million fans i am one of them. if yrene towers has ten fans i am one of them. if yrene towers has only one fan it’s me. if yrene towers has no fans that means i’m no longer on this earth.

[yabai-korra]

THRONE OF GLASS COUPLES HEIGHT DIFFERENCES

Requested by @reader50505

Some heights are strictly canon, others are based on character descriptions so about 90% accurate

Bonus for the end, all of the heights compared (Elorcan hehe)

Heights in order:

Lorcan - 7 feet / 213 cm (possibly a bit more)

Rowan - 6"4 feet / 193 cm

Aedion - 6"3 feet / 190 cm

Chaol - 6"1 feet / 185 cm

Dorian - 6 feet / 182 cm

Manon - 5"7 feet / 171 cm (personal hc that she is 1 cm taller than Aelin, they're said to be about same height)

Aelin - 5"7 feet / 170 cm

Lysandra - 5"5 feet / 165 cm

Yrene - 5"4 feet / 162 cm

Elide - 5"2 feet / 157 cm

[yourmothersinnerthoughts]

How is Dorian both, the most precious adorable bean and the sexiest character, at the same time?

[queen-aelin-of-terrasen]

Elide: Why is everyone mad at Lorcan?

Aelin: the better question is why are you NOT mad at Lorcan

[gwyns]

my favorite ships: 

chaol westfall and yrene towers 

— throne of glass (2012 - 2018)

how about we make a deal:

you tell me all your deep, dark secrets, yrene towers,

and i’ll tell you mine.

[lucien-calore]

looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you: dorian, aedion, lysandra

looks like could kill you, is a cinnamon roll: chaol, fenrys, aelin

looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: elide, yrene

looks like could kill you, would kill you: rowan, lorcan, manon, nesryn

[malulls]

I'll be there for you

Manorian one shot

Slightly nsfw

— I don't know the tailor who made your dress, but I'm going to steal her for myself.

Elide smiled at Lysandra. The Lady of Perranth looked beautiful in her wedding dress. The elegant and perfectly embroidered bodice was finished with a gorgeous silk sash trimmed with gold. The full skirt of the dress was made of a surprisingly light and beautifully ornate fabric. Manon never cared much for clothes, but it really was a beautiful work.

— I have never worn something so perfect. I'm just trying not to get nervous and throw up all over it.

The Witch Queen spoke for the first time since Elide tried on her wedding dress to show them, twenty minutes ago.

— You have faced Ilkens on your own. You will survive a wedding, despite your questionable choice of husband.

— I am forced to agree with you, witch — said Aelin with a too serious face.

The lady glanced appreciatively at Manon, before casting a disapproving glance at the two of them.

— Do you hate him that much?

— No Elide, but I won't miss the opportunity to pick on dear Lord Lorcan Lochan.

The women gathered in the small room laughed at hearing the name, even Manon gave a small smile. They were trying on their dresses with Elide, except for the witch, who continued with her leathers after the lady assured her that she wouldn't mind if she didn't wear one of those outfits.

— If you excuse me, I think I'd better go now. It's late and Josie must be hungry. — Yrene said as she removed the yellow dress that had been prepared for her and returned to the clothes she wore before. — Good night, ladies.

After the future bride put away her dress, Aelin and Lysandra said goodbye and left the room. Manon was about to follow them when Elide called her.

— Manon? I wanted to ask you something.

She sat down again.

— What is it?

— I was wondering if you'd like — She opened and closed her hands nervously — if you'd like me to set aside a seat only for you. To hold their places. I wish they could be here.

Manon felt as if a rock had hit her, right in the chest. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat so that she could speak.

— Yes. Thank you.

Elide squeezed her hand and smiled sadly at the witch. The only thing Manon managed to do was a nod of goodbye as she went back to her own room. Browen and Petrah were taking care of her kingdom so that she could go to Lorcan and Elide's wedding.

So Manon was alone. As she had always been since the end of the war. She hated that word. Alone. That's what she was.

Those thoughts haunted her mind as she walked the stone halls of the Perranth Castle. And long after that in the warm night that followed.

—

The ceremony was touching. Elide looked stunning, in addition to her dress, her ebony hair was neatly done in a bun that highlighted the beauty of her face. She radiated happiness as she walked up to Lorcan, who looked elegant in a black tunic, obviously, and flashed a smile that for five hundred years no one had ever seen.

Manon was wearing her sumptuous red cloak over the witches' leather clothes, her hair falling in waves down her back, her crown shining and illuminating the queen's beautiful face.

She didn't notice the few guests who looked at her strangely and wondered why she was alone. Some of them guessing that it was because everyone was afraid to get close to her. None of them would have dared to think that if they could read the mind of a young king who had been watching her for a great part of the night.

Dorian was in the bank opposite hers in the ancient temple of Perranth, now restored with the return of the rightful lady of the territory and properly decorated for her own wedding. Manon looked painfully beautiful, as always, and was watching Elide and Lorcan take their vows with a seemingly calm expression. But Dorian knew how hard it was for her to be alone in that bank. He just knew.

As if sensing the gaze, for the first time, Manon turned toward him. The two just stared at each other, for a long moment. The queen had no idea what Dorian wanted or why he was looking at her that way, but she didn't look away from his sapphire eyes. A slightly cold sensation coursed through her wrist. An invisible hand.

When she opened her hand and exposed her palm, he entwined the fingers of the ghost hand in hers. She held him back. The two looked away and did not face each other again until the wedding was over. It was not necessary. And he didn't let go of her hand for a single second.

—

The party that followed was just as impressive as the wedding. The stone walls of the castle hall were decorated with ribbons and the flowers that covered the green fields of Terrasen that spring. The music of various instruments echoed off the walls as the lady and lord of Perranth swirled around the hall.

A few tables covered with white linen and decorated with flower arrangements stood in the corners of the room, accommodating the few who were not dancing. Manon was one of these people. She had been watching the party in front of her for almost two hours, quiet and seeing people dance, sing, and smile. She wished she wasn't like that at the wedding party of someone she considered a friend, but she couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling that had arisen in her chest and didn't want to go away. It would probably disappear and tears would take its place.

Manon rarely cried, but the few times it happened it was desperate and she couldn't stop for a long time. She was grateful to Elide for giving up a place for the Thirteen even though they were not there. And the reminder that they weren't, though it was constant, that night felt like an iron fist around her heart.

— May I sit down?

She blinked, surprised to find Yrene Towers hovering beside the table. How could she push away a lady with a baby on her lap?

— Why?

She was at the table with Dorian and Chaol, who were currently discussing who would dance with Aelin. Why did you suddenly want to sit next to me?

— You are alone here. I came to give you some company. If you don't want to, that's fine. But if you don't mind, I'll just stay here. We don't need to talk.

Manon's first instinct was to reject it. But she had just been mentally complaining about not having anyone. And honestly, a small part of her was grateful to the healer. So she allowed Yrene to sit down.

—

Dorian smiled at Aelin as he spun her around the room.

— Are you reading any interesting books?

— A lot. I brought some with me, I can lend them to you if you want. How's Fleetfoot?

— Always making a mess at the palace. I would have brought her, but we were hurrying and I didn't want to force her to walk so far. Besides, Fenrys would beat me if I had to cross a dog.

The king smiled at her.

— You should have called me, then.

Before Aelin could ask, the two of them disappeared and reappeared in another corner of the room. The Queen of Terrasen gave him an incredulous look, trying to understand what had happened.

— You learned it!

— Among other things. Now I know how to make flowers grow too.

— I will demand a beautiful bouquet every day. — He gave her a mocking smile. — Since you can do it now, are you going to make some interesting trips to the Wastes?

Dorian's smile narrowed. He knew there was more behind that question. They had not had time for a decent conversation, the king imagined Aelin was curious trying to understand what had happened between Manon and him.

— I'm not sure if anyone wants me there.

Aelin slowed down.

— Things... didn't end well between you?

— That's the issue, I don't know. They ended up complicated.

— Why?

The song ended, another one started, and the two didn't notice or stop for a moment.

— It was easier before, when we just slept together. Things were different by the end of the war, but after everything that happened, I'm not sure that she wants anything to do with me.

— But she cares about you, doesn't she?

— In her own way. She may have spat it in my face at a time when she clearly wanted to skin me alive, but yes.

— So go talk to her.

He wanted to, but after months it could not matter anymore what she had said to him, not when her eyes looked so empty and tired.

We'll see.

A tense silence followed between the two of them for almost an entire song.

— Are you all right, Dorian?

— Are you?

Aelin rolled her eyes, as if she were the only one who could take care of other people's lives.

— The hard days diminish with time.

— I still can't handle them properly.

Stopping completely in the middle of the dance, Aelin put her arms around him. He hugged his friend back.

— I wish we weren't so far away, you know. So I could keep an eye on you.

— You have a kingdom to look after, Aelin. You don't need to take care of one of your many tragic friends.

Neither of them said anything, and the silence was filled by the lively music and the chattering in the hall.

— I missed you.

He held her tighter.

— I missed you too.

Someone cleared their throat near them both. Before she could even lift her face completely off Dorian's shoulder, Aelin had already raised her middle finger.

— Go be territorial with the chickens, buzzard.

— I'm not being territorial. I just came to ask if I could borrow my wife after she dumped me for three dances in a row.

But who was couting. Dorian laughed.

— I'll borrow her.

— To Chaol, who I'm dancing with now. And you can calm down, bird.

She walked away to the lord of Anielle. Dorian laughed at Rowan's irritation, who merely gave the king an annoyed but amused look. The laughter slowly faded as he walked over to the table where Yrene was sitting with Manon.

The Lady of Anielle kept to what she had said and didn't say a word, except for the few times she spoke to the baby on her lap. The comfortable silence between them was interrupted by Dorian's arrival.

— Do you know where my husband is?

— Dancing with Aelin. I don't think they'll have much time before Rowan has a syncope.

— Let's go get your father then, Josie.

Yrene left the table with her daughter, leaving the King of Adarlan and the Queen of Witches alone. Gold met sapphires. The tension of the silence between them was almost palpable. So Dorian dared to break it.

— Hello, witchling.

— Hello, princeling.

The king didn't know what to say. He had no idea how things were between them, even though she had held his hand during the wedding.

— What do you want?

— To know how you are. I haven't seen you for months.

He knew very well the mask of indifference she was wearing. It was an expression he used more often than he would have liked.

— I'm fine.

Damaris went cold in his belt at the lie, but it was the only thing she offered, and if that was what she wanted to say, it was fine. Dorian hadn't expected her to simply tell him everything, anyway. That moment between the two of them before the king left for Morath was a rare display of vulnerability, and probably the only one he would have of her.

Someone called out to him from across the hall. Yrene, asking the king to dance with her. He was distracted by talking to her for a minute, and when he looked at the chair next to him, Manon was already gone.

—

The Queen did not notice how much time had passed since she had left the party. The perfumed night air enveloped her, from her balcony she could see the festivities in the town below the castle, where the peasants of Perranth were celebrating their lady's wedding. Elide had said something about spending some time at the parties in the town the next day with her people. Lanterns filled the grass-covered fields of Terrasen with points of golden lights. A few floors below her, Abraxos was sleeping happily with his head tucked into white lilies.

Manon was trying to push that feeling she hated so much out of her own mind. She was surprised at how much being on that empty bank actually weighed on her.

The witch's sharp hearing acknowledged footsteps, but she didn't bother to turn to speak to Dorian.

— Do you really want to stay alone?— He leaned on the balcony beside her.

— No.

— Then what are you doing here?

— There was too much noise there. Too many people, too much music.

It wasn't noticeable in the room, but the music was so loud that she and Dorian could clearly hear the melody despite being on a far balcony. The sound filled the stillness between them as they didn't say anything, for a long time.

— Do you want to dance?

The question surprised her as much as the sudden break in the silence. When Manon turned around, Dorian was already looking at her.

— Haven't you already danced too much today?

— A prince never dances too much.

Changing the subject clearly didn't help Manon escape the invitation, because Dorian held out his hand to her.

— I don't dance.

— In 117 years?

— I had more important things to do than worry about parties.

Manon didn't let herself think about what she had spent a century doing. She had enough fucked up thoughts for one night. She shifted her eyes to Dorian's extended hand.

— Please?

He came closer. There were only a few inches separating their faces, and the queen's breathing quickened when Dorian reached up to put a lock of hair behind her ear.

The king looked surprised when she took his hand.

— If you tell anyone I danced with you, you'll be food for the wyverns, princeling.

He opened a smile, completely ignoring the threat, and entwined his fingers in hers, wrapping the witch's waist with his other hand. He pulled Manon close, much closer than was necessary for a dance.

For the first time in the evening, she paid attention to the music, not as an irritating and frivolous sound in the background, but to the joyful melody and the instruments that were being played. She was distracted by the smell of Terrasen pines, by the cool night air, by Dorian moving the two of them across the stone floor of the balcony, pulling away to spin her around and then pulling her close again.

When that song ended the two danced the next one. And the next. Again and again and again. With the end of the sound of the instruments the king suddenly stopped. Only then did she notice how long the two of them had danced, that her breathing was slightly shallow and her feet a little sore.

These thoughts vanished from the queen's mind when Dorian lowered his mouth to hers. She released his hand to tangle her fingers in the black curls of the his hair.

— I wanted to do that the moment I saw you.

She didn't answer, and instead kissed Dorian again. The two only pulled apart when they were breathless, and still continued to hold their foreheads together, stealing small kisses until Manon pulled away. She knew how this would end if it continued, and although a part of her wanted to drag Dorian into the bedroom and disappear with his clothes, she still had a lump in her throat and knew she wasn't up for it.

— I'm tired.

— We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But I like sleeping with you.

Manon let him hug her, and they plunged into the darkness, then emerged back into a hallway. If he hadn't been holding her, she probably would have fallen to the floor.

— What was that?

— That thing Fenrys does when he disappears from one place and appears in another.

— And you know how to do it.

He opened the bedroom door and Manon followed him inside.

— It's quite useful, actually. Maybe when I can cross longer distances I will take a trip to know the Wastes.

The witch almost smiled at the hidden suggestion. If he could, the two of them could see each other often. She would not complain about that. Dorian dropped his tunic on a chair and sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes while she did the same. Manon hesitated, but eventually opened the drawer where he was keeping things and grabbed the first shirt she found before taking off her leather clothes. He was smiling when Manon went to the other side of the bed.

— What?

— You' pretty in my clothes.

When they both lay down she couldn't help but think of the last time they had been like this. What the two of them had said in the tent, how different things were now. And the question that had been pounding in her head for hours.

— Why did you hold my hand at the wedding?

— Because I wanted you to know that you are not alone.

— Wasn't the empty bank indicative enough of the opposite?

He turned so that he could look into her eyes.

— The empty bank was the reason I did it. I wanted to show you that you don't have to go through this alone. That if you ever need to, even if it's just to talk, you have someone.

— You are on the other side of Erilea.

— Just because I am far away doesn't mean that I don't think about you, that I don't worry, or that I don't miss you. You can come to me when things get hard in your kingdom. You will always have a place with me, if you want.

He looked surprised when she hugged him, but it didn't take him long to wrap his arms around her, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly change her mind and disappear.

— You will always have a place with me too.

Manon was trying to learn to trust the people around her. People who hadn't spent a century by her side. She didn't know how to speak comforting words, but she would be there whenever he felt lonely because she knew exactly what it was like.

Dorian turned around and put an arm around the queen's waist, then pulled her in, until her back was against his chest. She was still awake when she heard his breathing become steady and his arm relax around her. Manon was relieved she didn't have another damned crying crisis. That had been a long day and she was more than ready for it to end, knowing she would be better in the morning. At some point in the night, she lost herself in the warmth that the king's arms offered and fell asleep as well.

—

Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes tried to get used to the light coming from the window. A comforting feeling had settled in the queen's chest, chasing away the bad feelings of the previous day. Manon wondered if some of this was due to the owner of the hand that drew lazy circles around her waist. Dorian was smiling when she turned and laid her head against his chest.

— Good morning?

— Hm.

He laughed.

— Such a good mood.

— What kind of person wakes up in a good mood?

— Someone who's waking up with me, I guess.

Manon lifted her head to roll her eyes at him, but she found his blue eyes darkening with an expression she had seen many times before. He moved the hand that had been on her waist again, reaching the back of her tighs.

— Do you think Elide will mind if we're late for breakfast?

She turned to the window. From the position of the sun, it was just after dawn.

— It's too early for breakfast.

The witch had barely finished her sentence before Dorian passed his hand around her neck and pulled her face to his. It took only one movement and the two had switched positions, she digging her nails in the king's shoulders as invisible hands opened the buttons of her shirt. His shirt, actually.

The ghost hands moved up the queen's waist, leaving a trail of ice and fire that made her arch as they cupped her breasts. He lowered his body, kissing her skin until his face was between her thighs.

Manon grasped the sheets.

—

Dorian was much more awake when the two of them arrived, definitely late, at breakfast. He wouldn't have minded staying in bed all morning, though. Or the whole day. But they would have that night and all the others before they needed to leave. And they would certainly make up for the lost time. Aelin smirked at the king as he pulled out his chair to sit at the table, Manon did the same next to him. Here we go.

— Good morning, lazy people. Did you sleep well?

— Yes — he replied, ignoring the malice in her voice. — And you?

— I didn't sleep much, actually — the queen replied with a wink.

Chaol hid his face in his hands.

— One meal. One meal in peace was all I wanted.

— At least you don't have to suffer through this constantly— Lorcan grunted from across the table.

— I know you love us, lord Lorcan Lochan.

The Demi-Fae showed his middle finger to Fenrys.

— Not even at my wedding will you get off my back?

— "Not even at my wedding". Now he goes around telling even the stones that he is married. I bet you'll soon start writing that on your forehead.

— Relax, Lorcan. — The lord stopped grunting when Rowan pointed at Fenrys. — The puppy is just jealous because he's single.

— Single because he wants to be — Aelin corrected. — I'm sure a little tour around the city would be enough to bring him back with half the population as candidates.

Fenrys leaned back in his chair.

— I think I've decided to follow your example — a signal to Rowan and Lorcan — and wait for a beautiful, furious woman who definitely doesn't like me to appear right in front of me.

He cast a curious glance at Manon, beautiful and furious, definitely didn't like Fenrys, and right in front of him. Dorian hoped that no one noticed the cold wind that he couldn't keep from rushing through the room.

— So, witch — Fenrys gave her a smirk — Would you like to win a very handsome fae?

The king thought she would jump at Fenrys and shove a fork down his throat for the audacity, but she only frowned.

— Do you have invisible hands?

Fenrys blinked.

— What?

— Invisible hands. Do you have?

— No.

— Then no, I don't want.

Dorian bit the corners of his mouth to keep from smiling at the Wolf's confused expression. Aelin, however, understood very well and opened her mouth so wide that he could swear he heard her jaw snap.

— You use your invisible hands to... How naughty.

Dorian winked at the queen. The sound of metal clashing with wood filled the room as Aedion dropped the silverware on the table.

— Could you two please not talk about sex while we're having breakfast?

— No one has mentioned that word, Aedion. You're the one with the impure mind.

Aelin nodded to Dorian in agreement.

— I don't know why he keeps playing innocent. I've heard so many things...

— Aelin — Lysandra shouted across the room.

As the table fell into another discussion, he looked at the Witch Queen from the corner of his eyes and found her golden eyes already focused on him. Dorian gave Manon a small smile. She smiled back.

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A lot of people are confused with timeline of Throne of glass. Indeed there are 8 books with each over 400 pages so that's not unexpected. So I put books and events chronologically to explain the whole series

Assassin's blade - timeline starts around one and a half year before Throne of Glass. In the first novella The assassin and the pirate lord timeline takes around 3 weeks ( Celaena and Sam go to Skulls Bay to see Captain Rolfe). Their journey to the islands takes around 1 week and they stayed there for a week untill they demolished the whole place. In the two other novellas The assassin and the healer and The assassin and the dessert timeline stretches for 2 months. Celaena stays in Innish for 2 days and meets Yrene and teaches her self defense. After that she goes to Red dessert to meet Silent Assassins. She stays there 1 month and it takes her 1 month to come back to Rifthold. In last two novellas The assassin and the underworld and The assassin and the empire timeline takes place around 1 month when she understood her feelings towards Sam and wanted to move away with him. That was in June because she heard ladies in taverns gossiping that Crown Prince is going to the beach with his friends for his birthday. It's important to notice that in between novellas are time gaps due to her travelling and so on.

Then it's a year break in between two books due Celaena going to Endovier

Throne of glass - the timeline takes place around September when Dorian and Chaol went to Endovier to get her be Dorian's champion in competition. It takes them 2 weeks to come back to Rifthold and then her training starts that last around 2 weeks. She recovers and the competition starts. It's said that the last competition will be held after Yullemas and that's 21st of December . So the book ends at the end of December

Again the break between two books around one to one and a half month due Celaena going to her missions.

Crown of midnight - book starts at the beginning of February. She and Chaol become even closer and soon it's his birthday. It's around middle of February ( 14th of February;) ) and they confess their love towards each other. It's said that they were together for a week until Nehemiah's death happens. Chaol then send her to Wendlyn

She goes off to Wendlyn and it takes her 2 weeks to get there.

Heir of Fire - in first two weeks Celaena lays on roofs of Wendlyn until Rowan spots her and brings her to one of the keeps for in a case of siege. Plot continues as Celaena trains with Rowan. In that time the love story between Dorian and Sorscha happens that lasts couple of weeks. And the book end around middle of May because Celaena's birthday is at the begging of May and she was still training at that time. Week later she came to Doranelle as she mastered her gifts and confronted Maeve.

Another pause of two to three weeks after she onboarded to the ship to Rifthold and after Sorscha's execution.

Queen of shadows - the whole plot is told in two weeks, nothing more, nothing less. The reason is that when Celaena came to Rifthold she met Chaol again and made a plan how to rescue Aedion. That took 2 days. The dinner with Arnobynn and his murder happened during that week. After that they planed how to free Dorian from the Valg collar. Their trip to Oakwald forest took 4 days and after they came to Rifthold, the day after, Celaena presented herself as king's Champion who came back from Wendlyn. The glass castle scene happened and that sums up this book. So the book takes place in June because Dorian's birthday is mentioned and in Assassin's blade it says it's in begining of summer.

After that Aelin and her court parts with Dorian and Chaol to go to Terrasen which journey takes two to three weeks.

Empire of storms / Tower of Dawn - those two books take place in the same time but the perspective and place are different. In empire of storms it's in Erilea while in Tower of Dawn it's in Antica due to Chaol being invalid. Both books take place during the summer but while Empire of storms end in August due to Aelin being locked in coffin, Tower of Dawn continues until September. Because it mentions Yrene's birthday while the weather becomes colder.

Another pause of two months and during that time Aelin is held captivated in Doranelle.

Kingdom of Ash - the two months have passed and Rowan, Elide and Lorcan continued for their hunt for Aelin. Until she blows off some of the power they sensed her and planed to distract Maeve until they rescue her. It took them two days for the whole rescue plan and another five days to get to the Wendlyn's shore flowing in underground waters. During that time Chaol and Yrene travel from Antica with the army until they hear that there is attack on Anielle. The siege lasted five days until Aelin and her court appeared to beat the army. During that time Dorian and Manon find Croochan's while Aedion and Lysandra fight in Terrasen. Time laps between every battle in the north is around one to two weeks because the only mentioned are in Eldrys and in Perranth ( not including one In Orynth ). After that they march towards north when the final battle of Orynth happens. In one of the dialogues Rowan tells Gavriel they will fight in Terrasen with Aedion before Yullemas. So the story ends in late November. In the epilogue it's fast-forward to spring and rebuilding the kingdom.

Disclaimer : this is not synopsis of the series and I did not include a lot of events, only the one that are important to understand time-place connection.

I hope it helps!