It had been months since you had seen the fae prince Rowan Whitethorn. After the months in Doranelle, training and shifting and learning, you had left again to go back to Erilea.

Even with the blood oath that now bound Rowan to you, he had stayed on Wendlyn while you had returned to Rifthold.

Next to you walked the new Captain of the Guard - Nesryn Faliq. Their new inside spy, after Chaol resigned from the position when Dorian was put in that awful collar of Wyrdstone. You were all starting a revolution - working with rebels and killing Valg soldiers under the cover of dark to work against the Valg demons and whatever evil planned to take over this land. Nesryn had mainly been working with Chaol - who had been unable to accept your true identity as the Queen of Terrasen and a fae - but now walked with you and your cousin, Aedion, on your other side.

But as you walk, you notice a figure in the distance. Your hands go to the knifes at your side, Aedion tensing next to you and Nesryn preparing to reach for her bow if need be.

But as the cloaked figure turned, you saw it. Saw that silver hair - now cropped short - and that tattoo inked down the side of his face.

Rowan.