*Author's Note*Characters are owned by Sarah J. Mass, so is this fantasy realm, so are most of the main ideas, I just added a little twist.
Lucien walked into the dining room where Feyre and Tamlin were already seated, they had not begun their dinner yet and were waiting for him. Or they probably forgot to start eating because they were intensely staring at each other. Lucien walked past Tamlin while flicking him on the back of the head, sat down in a chair and said "Lord Tamlin, will you care to join me tonight for a late night treat?" Feyre smacked Lucien, and with her new High Fae strength, it actually hurt. "He's mine so back off!" she said and they started laughing. Lucien reported to Tamlin about his emissary duties and told him about how most of the Fae that had left the Spring Court were returning.
"Any news on your brothers?" Tamlin asked Lucien.
"No," Lucien said with a deadly calm that coated his anger. "There is no word of those cowards but believe me when I find them, there won't be anything left of them to hear a word"
Feyre nodded her head in agreement but she looked a little off. Lucien thought that she must have been thinking of those horrible days with Amarantha and the things Feyre had been through. The blood of the innocent Faes that had spilled because of her. Lucien knew, that Feyre would hold that guilt in her still human heart for the rest of her immortal life. Not to mention the bargain she had made with Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court in which one week of each month, Ferye was to spend at the Winter Court. Yet Lucien also knew that Tamlin would do everything in his power to make sure that Feyre could live with less of a burden and be more happy. Same feelings applied to Feyre, they would both do their best to protect each other against whatever they might think of as a harm. And as Lucien got up and left the two lovebirds, he couldn't help but feel lonely, because he once had someone he had cherished, but he was not strong enough to protect her.