I mean, they haven’t even kissed yet, but that’s a million times more romantic than a friggin kiss (which I’m still waiting on, nonetheless) “Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, “I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.” I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. And there’s nothing you can do to shake or alter a fangirl’s intuition, now, can you? And I’ve sneaked enough glances at tumblr, pinterest, we heart it, and Goodreads to know that this fandom has a too many ships to count. And although there wasn’t any clear sign that they’ll end up together or if anything’s going to come out of this thing they have at all, Rowaelin is officially my OTP, for better or for worse, like I previously said on Goodreads, I have enough faith in my OTP to just let them be. Fight all you want, you’re going to fall for each other soon. I loved Rowan and Aelin’s thing. They’d be constantly bickering and fighting and I’d sit there and be like: Go at it, kids. Honestly? I didn’t understand all the hype for this series until I started Heir of Fire. I don’t know where to start with this one. “She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
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