Lorcan and the Flower Crown
He found her sitting in a patch of violets, humming to herself, her dark hair flowing behind her. Elide was softly stringing flowers through each other when he sat next to her.
“I’m sorry El” Lorcan says, resting his head on his wife’s shoulder. The fight was stupid and Lorcan still didn’t know what he did wrong. Elide had said she was hungry and he gave her a plate of food and then she said it was too much and stormed out, leaving him shocked in her wake.
She softly sighs, leaning into him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I just haven’t been myself recently” Lorcan eyebrows drew together.
“Are you alright?” She doesn’t answer, instead turning and placing the crown of violets on his head, giggling as the pollen made him sneeze. Her giggling became full blown laughter as she took in the sight of him with blue violets resting on his brow. He looks shocked at the flowers before scowling at his mate.
“Really Elide?” She nods, still not being able to look at him without crying with laughter. She sways and falls into his lap, still melodiously laughing up at her warrior mate wearing a blue flower crown. He smiles at her laughter as she manages to barely compose herself, sitting up and adjusting the crown so it sits further down on his brow.
“I’ll properly forgive you if you wear this when Aelin and Dorian’s court comes tomorrow” Lorcan groaned and wondered yet again how evil a warrior Elide would be if she was Lorcan’s age. Lorcan could just imagine what the fire-breathing bitch queen and Whitethorn would say and groaned again, turning to Elide and putting her on his lap so she straddled him. His hands held her waist gently.
“Please don’t make me do that” He buried his head in her shoulder, smelling her, before pulling away and taking the crown off his head and placing it on her head, laughing softly as it slipped down over her eyes. He lifts it and sets it off kilter, kissing her slowly.
She pulls away and stands, reaching her hands to pull him up.
“You’re wearing it” She sings, skipping off and leaving him in the patch of flowers. He stands, dust himself off and runs after his wife.
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He wakes up to Elide softly kissing his bare chest, trying not to wake him. He pulls her in closer and kisses her forehead, rubbing his hands down her spine. She shivers softly and cuddles closer to him.
“Do I have to wear that crown today?” He asks, scowling at the thought of it.
“I might consider rewarding you if you wear it for at least an hour, okay” Lorcan perks up as she pulls away, sliding of their bed and leaving him cold. He watched as she shed her pyjama’s and moved to their dresser, pulling a dress out of her drawer.
“What if I wear it for 2 hours?” He says, hugging her from behind. She shrugs. “I’ll let you mull it over” winking, Elide leaves his arms and walks into the bathing room to change. Lorcan changes while he waits and offers his arm to her, purposely steering her away from the dreaded crown that still sits on Elides bedside table. She scoffs and picks it up, placing it on his head and grabbing his arm.
He let’s her lead him to his demise and scowls at anyone in the castle who laughs at the fierce, fae warrior, lord of Perranth, wearing a flower crown. Most just cast knowing looks at his wife, who was slowly becoming more and more excited to see Aelin and Manon, as she skipped along side him.
“Oi, Elide, why aren’t you here to meet your guests!” Manon’s familiar drawl called from around the corner and Elide broke into a run, leaving Lorcan to stroll behind her.
He rounded the corner to see Elide hugging Manon, trying to avoid her very prominent baby bump. Elide turns and wraps her arms around Dorians neck, before being attacked by the twins. She laughs as she crouches down to be eye level with the two. She hands Nyx the flower crown and motions to Lorcan, whispering something in her ear. Nyx turns and runs towards him and he crouches to meet her.
“Aunty El said to give this to you and that you have to wear it to be rewarded” Nyx says, holding the flower crown out.
Lorcan huffs. He takes the crown from Nyx and puts it on his head, looking up at Elide who was purposefully avoiding his eye. He noticed Manon staring at Elide, at Nyx, at Lorcan, back to Elide.
“Please do not tell me that Elide just used my daughter to make innuendo’s to Lorcan.” She pauses, waiting for an answer. Elide stood, holding Helion. She opened her mouth to speak when the door bursts open behind them.
“ELIDE DID WHAT?” Aelin came storming through the door, Whitethorn following behind her, laughing at his mate and laughing harder when he caught side of Lorcan.
“Elide just told Nyx to give Lorcan that” she gestures to his flower crown “and told her to tell Lorcan that he had to wear it to be rewarded.” Manon shudders as she thinks of it again.
“Elide?” Aelin turns expectantly to Elide “is that right?” Elide nods, not meeting either of the queens gazes.
“Lorcan” his head snaps up from fiddling with Nyx’s hair to meet Aelin’s eyes. “If I have to hear the sounds you two make when your by yourselves tonight, you will not see the sun set tomorrow, understood” Her eyes held fire that he knew would burn him inside out and he slowly nodded, coming to stand next to Elide.
“Oh, and Lorcan” he meets Manon’s eyes this time. “Nice flower crown” Winking, she grabs Dorian’s hand and Elide leaves Lorcan’s side. Rowan turns to Lorcan and opens his mouth. Lorcan growls a quick “Shut up, Whitethorn” and turns to walk away.
Lorcan managed to swallow his pride and did get rewarded *winks*