How to get Rowan Whitethorn to leave a room; Walk in with a lacy nightdress barely covering your butt. Only works for Aelin Galathynius.

Fire-breathing, stars-rattling, chocolate-eating, nonsense-speaking, barbecue-making bitch queen, Aelin Galathynius.

Should I barbecue you, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．? I suppose you could be quite tasty under the bitterness.

That gives me the shivers, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．. Here I am. Barely scraping two decades.

All hail me.

What scandalous thoughts you have, Rowan Whitethorn.

My heart is made of gold also, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．. Would you like some?

That was not a pick-up line.

I still have to reply.

"It's important to remember. Future references, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．.." Daring. Bold, however under the cover of silken sheets, so warm and ~

opaque, I allowed a slight heated flush, as pink as the dress I wore. Gold, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．? How.. Bold. Not yellow, but gold. Blinding ~

gold, that shimmered with the slightest glimmer of light, and in. The absence of it. I expected black, but Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ． surprised me. ~

Did he like the burning golden ring of my iris'? Or the gold.. On the back of my dress. My, my, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．. You are scandalous ~

indeed. "I don't have a gold piece, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．," But Lysandra sure would. And she would happily hand it over knowing the sleeping ~

arrangements. I shouldn't have. But I did; I peeked through an opening gap of the sheets. Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．, magestic and rippling with old ~

strength and magic concealed. Absence that trapped Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ． in this form, and gave the hand and muscle-corded arm which lay at an ~

angle. Despite myself, I smiled, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．. Not teasing, as my eyes crinkled at the corners. "How much do you want to strangle me?"

I appreciate this very much.

I don't really care about anyone else's opinions. That's a lie. I care about a few.

"I just offered you my heart and this is how you treat me, Ｆｌｙｎｎ Ｒｉｄｅｒ．?Rude brute. Don't talk to me." Huffs.