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Terrasen had been in peace since the battle.
Aelin had been enjoying the peace, walking in her gardens without a second thought. Her golden hair floated in the wind, giving this illusion of a halo around her.
Rowan stood off to the side, his dark hair whipping in the wind. His mate always had looked gorgeous no matter what. Whether it be completely bejeweled and in exotic fashion, or in battle gear, blood dripping sexually around her, or…
He shook his head, messing his hair up even more. He really shouldn’t go there.
Snow began to fall, not uncommon in the land of the stag. It just enhanced his love’s beauty.
His hair absolutely wasn’t perfect, while his mates was effortlessly flawless.
Aelin’s hair had flowers weaved through out, ones that spoke about her fiery personality. Her gown followed her, creating a trail of fire behind her.
“Rowan, your hair is a mess, you know that right? Now that it’s longer, you need to take better care of it!” She pushed her lips out in a pouty face, her fingers trying to smooth out his wild hair.
He didn’t try to fight it, just sighing and opening the doors to their home. It was warm inside, homey. She gently guided him to sit on a couch, one that wasn’t cheep at all and overly expensive. Just how Alein liked it.
“Sit down, I want to do your hair!” She sat on the couch, brush in hand.
He grumbled, but didn’t protest. Sitting down on the floor in front of his wife, letting himself relax.
He listened to his queen, hearing the latest gossip and drama, watching the snow fall as she braided his hair.
It was so tender, in a way that only she could do.
“I love you.”
Rowan whispered, so tender and soft that only Aelin could hear.
“I love you too, birdbrain.”
She pressed a kiss to his head, wrapping her arms around him, despite the hair being only half done.
They sat there for a while, letting their bodies melt into each other, watching the snow fall.