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“Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.
"Who is that?" Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. "Rowan.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“What your father never understood, is that what he loved most about her was her unbridled love and freedom to live her own life. He loved her colors and viewed her like paint.”
― RJ Blizzard