This was originally going to be a one-shot, but now I'm thinking a few chapters...maybe more depending on how long my inspiration lasts. I do think my wishful thinking would be easy to write. Especially since TOG6 is a long ways away :(

It'll probably be more focused on life (or what I want it to be) after Aelin's rescue and after the almost-definitely-going-to-happen battle with Erawan (I'll probably skin over the fighting and all that because I have no interest in writing it...sorry).

I haven't decided if it'll be an actual story or a collection of snippets/one-shots through time, if that makes any sense at all.

We shall see how it all goes.

This is a short one, more used as a introduction.

Anyways, enjoys, my lovelies.

Rowan had been unsuccessful in his attempts to locate where the bitch that was Maeve had taken Aelin.

His queen.

His Fireheart.

His mate.

After the ship had disappeared from the Stone Marshes, Rowan had no leads. He had managed to get information from Doranelle and Mistward that Maeve hadn't returned to either location, nor was she in any other stronghold that she kept.

The Fae warrior had returned to Terrasen after a month of searching. He needed to start anew and with fresh eyes. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Rowan needed help if there was any chance of getting Aelin back.

When he arrived at the castle, he took note of the weathered stone mixed with the new materials from rebuilding. It looked like Darrow had been working hard to rebuild the castle he so desperately wanted to be his.

According to Lysandra though, once the lords of Terrasan had seen the army that Aelin had called in every one of her life debts to create, they had readily recognized her as the Queen of Terrasen. They were apparently sick of Darrow's overbearing rule.

The shapeshifter, the general, the silver-haired Fae, and the dishonored cadre members spent every free minute trying to find their queen. While Lysandra, in Aelin's form, and Aedion stayed in Terrasen taking care of affairs, Rowan tracked down every lead they came up with, but with no avail.

A month later, Chaol Westfall and Nesryn Faliq showed up at the castle, having secured an alliance with the Southern Continent. The King's Hand seemed happy enough with his progress, only needing a wooden cane to help him get around until his spine fully healed. A few more months, the healers had said.

Not a week later, Abraxos landed on the front lawn, the King of Adarlan and the Crochan Queen on his back, the Thirteen on their wyverns behind them. They had been successful on their own mission, finding the lost Crochans. To Rowan's surprise, they had embraced Manon as their queen. The alliance with the witches could turn the tides of the war that would inevitably come.

The war with Erawan was secondary to Aelin's rescue. Aedion had entrusted his most loyal commander to work out the details of their armies. He worked alongside Ansel of Briarcliff, Ilias of the Silent Assassins, Captain Rolfe, and Asterin Blackbeak. The plans that had been sent to the Wolf daily could possibly win the war.

With the war being handled, the group put everything they had into locating Aelin.

Three months, one week, and five days.

That's how long Maeve had had Aelin in her grasp.

That was how long it took Rowan, their court, and their allies to find her location.

One week later, the group set out to rescue their queen.

And they would rattle the stars to do so.

Coming chapters/one-shots will be more lengthy. I just needed this as a starter.

I hope you liked it.

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