Eight years ago, Aelin and Rowan Whitethorn produced an heir. In honor of Rowan's lost mate, they named her Lyria. Lyria looked just like her father. Except, in those pine green eyes, there was a ring of gold. Aelin and Rowan loved her fiercely. As she grew she started to develop her mother's mouth. She liked to talk back to Aelin and Rowan found it hilarious, for she never mouthed him. But now as she matures, questions have risen.
"Daddy?" she asked one night as they stood on the balcony. "Yes, Lyria?" Rowan returned. She smiled sheepishly. "How did you and Mommy meet?" she asked. Rowan looked to Aelin. "I think you should ask your mother." he said. Lyria looked expectantly at Aelin. So Aelin told Lyria everything. When she started at the glass castle all the way to the battle with Dorian and the king. Lyria listen without interrupting. Rowan watched Aelin throughout the story. When Aelin finished, she took Rowan's hand. "I love your father a great deal," she looked at Rowan, "to whatever end." Rowan smiled at her and as Lyria left the balcony, kissed her with all emotion he had when she told the story. "I love you as well, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius Whitethorn, to whatever end." Rowan said thickly. A single year rolled down her cheeks and Rowan pulled her close.
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To Whatever End // On Complete Hold
FanfictionEverything starts to fall apart when Rowan and Aelin's daughter, Lyria, dies. Then another death strikes a bit too close to home. Not days later, tragic news comes. Eyllwe decides to blame Princess Nehemia's death on Aelin, so they declare war. And...
