She opened her eyes in shock, awaking from a nightmare to a foreign but familiar room. Rising to her elbows she looked around. Realizing she was in her old room in the Spring Court, the memories of the day before rushed back. In a panic she reached for the bond, pain shooting through her heart at the distance between her and her mate. Rhysand. She could still feel all the times he'd kissed her, caressed her, loved her. The ache in her heart growing immensely as the thoughts of him rushed through her. Through the bond she could feel his pain too. The ache that he felt was just as bad as hers. Together they reassured each other. No talking, just the feel of each other calming them. Hesitantly they both let go of the pull to feel one-an-other. A tear running down Feyre's face as they did. As the last of the pull faded, not only did the ache in her heart flare, the loneliness she had felt the first few months after Amarantha returned. Sitting up fully she shoved the suffocating covers off the rest of her body. Slowly she rose from the bed stretching her body out. She arose dreading that she had to change her cloths, to lose her last link to her precious Night Court. She gradually discarded of her clothing, looking to her right arm. To the swirling ink that had sworn her as the High Lady of the Night Court. She caressed it lightly, in doing so feeling that inevitable pull towards Rhys. She padded over to the closet to select her clothing. Not caring she grabbed one of the atrocious garment and flung it on. After doing so she sat on the bed, not ready to go and pretend to feel an illimitable amount of love for someone she detested. Not wanting to feel as if in someway, she was betraying her mate. Even though she knew Rhys wouldn't see it like that, she couldn't help but feel as if where exactly like that. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. She had once felt like she was betraying Tamlin when she was with Rhys, now she couldn't help but feel the opposite. She knew she must go to breakfast or Tamlin would worry. And she couldn't have him shutting her out if she was to help Rhysand. So, she arose sluggishly. Walking to the door, she let out a ragged breath to prepare herself. She opened the door to begin her deceitful plan. She opened the door to her own personal hell.