War leaves a toll on the mind, it makes one weary and aggressive, it ruins relationships and drives families to a tearing point. War breaks all, leaving survivors to pick up the pieces of their destroyed lives.
Rowan Whitethorn had lived through the effects of war many times, he knew it's dangers. He knew first hand of its lasting damage on the mind and soul. Sometimes he wished to have lived a different life, he wished to have been spared the heartache caused by battle. During these times, he couldn't tell the difference between reality or falsity anymore. Everything was just...dark with splatters of crimson and blue surrounding his vision. He was forced to relive the horrors he saw and the ones he caused. This was the one thing Aelin didn't know about him, the one thing he would never dare to tell her. His wife was troubled enough as it was.
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The Colors of Blood
FanfictionTakes place during EoS , but this time they are actually fighting Erawan and Lorcan didn't betray them. Maeve doesn't kidnap Aelin this time. Not many spoilers, but some. This is also going to be slightly violent so viewer descretion is advised. ...
