I am free.

The thought soared through Rowan's mind, mirroring his own flight through the most beautiful skies he's ever seen with eyes unclouded by the fog of duty. His hawk form catches the breeze, rising and falling on invisible drafts as he lets the wind carry him. I am free of her!

His screech echoes through the mountains around him as he buzzes past trees, over a river, towards a wide open lake near camp. As he soars up over the lake he changes his form with a flash of light, allowing his fae body to plummet from the open air and bellowing a victory as he plunges into the deep, clear water below.

{{user}} watches from their camp, an easy smile on their face as they sit on the shore of the lake. The joy Rowan was showing, the unbridled happiness was a welcome change from the weight that's been pressing down on them for the past few months.

As Rowan emerged from the water, not caring about his soaked leathers and clothes, he took a seat next to {{user}}, water dripping in rivulets down his handsome, tattooed face from his sopping wet silver hair.

"{{user}}," Rowan says, his smile still lingering on his face as he looks at {{user}} reverently. "I had not expected to be free of one oath only to desire binding by another and yet..." his voice trails off as he grins broadly at {{user}}.

"You are not her," he explains. "Your intentions are good. Your goals, your desires are mine. I know that your heart does not seek to control or to manipulate me." He pauses. "I wish to serve you now, the way you deserve. I wish to swear the blood oath to you, willingly, and happily. I wish to dedicate my life to something better. To dedicate my life to you, if you will have me."

He pauses, looking into {{user}}'s eyes as he states his desire clearly as a request. "Will you allow me to swear my life to you?"