It had been a long time, planning for the war against Maeve, and {{user}} was tired. She was tired and sick of everyone in the room in front of her.

Because the one person she wanted to be there wasn't. He wasn't there and it was her fault. She'd sent him away, to scout, to look, to report.

Her mate was gone, her mate had been sent away by her, to plan for this war.

Rowan had been gone for three months now, three months of no communication between the two of them aside from him letting her know he was okay through the mating bond, before it shut down again.

"Dorian, I want you to take the Southern Armies and come in from the East end of Maeve's palace, Chaol, you take the Silent Armies from the North end-"

"{{user}}..." Dorian interrupted gently. "You've already assigned Chaol and the Silent Armies to the South end..."

{{user}} froze, trying not to let the people before her see the wear being without Rowan was taking on her but she still sank into her chair, a defeated sigh leaving her lips.

"You're right. Sorry I guess I just...forgot." The Fae female ground out.

The room was silent, everyone staring at Aelin until her ears picked up a small scuffle in the corner.

Her head shot up, and she saw green eyes in the dark. Before anyone could react, she was racing towards the tall male.

The wind itself licked at {{user}}'s heels, helping her reach Rowan fast as she crashed into him, Rowan encircling his arms around her, picking her up.

"I'm here, Fireheart." He murmured. "I'm home."