Hi guys!
Welcome to my new fic! Who has read A Court of Thorns and Roses series? OMG I love them! I can't wait for book 3 to come out. Anyway, until then, I thought I'd write my own book 3.
It will be Nothing like the real thing will be, but I hope it will be good. It continues straight on from the ending of A Court of Mist and Fury, so you may want to read that before you read this.
Anyway, here goes!
DISCLAIMER: The characters all belong to Sarah J. Maas (She is AMAZING!)
Chapter 1
Feyre POV
I look around as we enter the Spring Court. Nothing has changed much , except... most of the furniture is new. I glance at Tamlin; he must have been really upset to wreck this much of the court.
Shut up Feyre. It's his fault and you know it.
"Welcome home Feyre." Tamlin smiles at me and bends down to kiss me on the lips. I artfully dodge it so it turns into a peck on the cheek, and say, "Tam, I'm really tired. Can I have a while upstairs... maybe to clean up, have a bath..." I hope I sound tired, but really I have never been more alive.
"Of course you can," he answers, looking concerned. Once that concern was what I craved, but now... I want the pissed off look, the one where you want to... take off your shoe and lob it at their face, just to annoy them even more. The look that says ' come on Feyre, you can do better,' and especially the one where you can see the pure love in their eyes, as they lean into kiss you gently-
"I'll see you for dinner at 5 then, Feyre."
"Okay Tam. Love you." The words sound forced and choked, but I hope he didn't see how fake they were.
I walk up the familiar white marble stairs, into my old quarters. I recall Tamlin's words. 'Welcome home Feyre.' This is not my home, not anymore. Velaris is my home.
I sigh as I walk into the bathroom, and turn the taps. A few minutes later the bath is run.
I quickly strip off my beautiful Illyrian fighting leathers and fold them into a neat pile. I climb into the steaming tub, and begin to think about the oncoming war.
I know what I am here to do. It was understood from the moment I pretended to Rhys that I hated him. I shiver as I recall the events at the King of Hybern's palace. Elaine... Nesta... Rhys...
Oh God. I miss Rhys already. My mate and High Lord of the Night Court. I glance at my left hand; the one with the glove still on. I know the tattoo that lies beneath it. The one that symbolizes who I am, who I have become. The tattoo that signifies that I am High Lady of the Night Court. And Tamlin has just led me straight onto the front line of the war.
Oh Rhys...
Hello Feyre Darling... A beautifully familiar voice echoes down the bond that we share, and I know instantly who it is.
Rhys!
I feel a rumble of low laughter from him, and he replies, Who did you think it would be? Of course now you are with your one true love, you must be sooooo happy. I can still hear the teasing voice, but I know that behind that taunt is a layer of pain.
Prick.
More laughter.
You love me really, Feyre darling. He has no idea how much.
Well, obviously.
I pause.
I love you Rhys. So much.
He pauses too.
I love you too. I want you here, with me right now, showing me what you can do with that wicked mouth.
He's still a cocky bastard.
Real mature Rhys. Real goddamn mature.
Rhys' end goes silent for a minute, when he says I have to go. Trouble in Velaris.
Oh no. I hope everything's OK. Tell Mor, Cassian, Amren and Az that... I'm sorry.
You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you Feyre. And... if at any point you want me to get you out of there, just say the word. You... you don't have to do this.
No... Rhys, that would give us away. I'll feed you information, when I can. I love you too Rhys.
And then he is gone.
I drag myself from the warm water and go downstairs to greet my worst enemy.
2 hours later
I look at the time; it's 5 already.
Well shit. I'm late for dinner. Great going Feyre. 3 hours into your mission and you've already pissed him off.
I reach the dining hall door. Do I look presentable? I look down at my lilac dress, tight at the bodice and loose at the skirts. I double check that my gloves cover the tattoo on my right hand. Good.
Absolutely not presentable. But for the Spring Court... It'll do.
I take a breath and enter. At the head of the table sits Tamlin. He looks up as I enter, and smiles. To my surprise, there is no food on the table. And no-one else is present. Not even Lucien. I instinctively narrow my eyes; something feels off. Very off. And it annoys me that I can't pin down exactly what. Tamlin stands and leans down to kiss me. I have to let him this time, but as he deepens the kiss, panic begins to set in, and I immediately do not know what to do.
Oh.
Oh.
So that's what he wants. To claim me back.
I can't-
No.
NO!
I don't realise that I say it out loud until Tamlin looks at me in shock. I immediately calm my features into a mask of suffering, and say, "Tam... I'm not ready for that yet. Not after..." I break off, hoping that he'll understand. He evidently does because he mutters something like 'I will finish that bastard' and rights himself. Before I know what I am doing, I have run off up the stairs into my private quarters.
"Feyre!"
He's calling after me, but I can't go back. Not now.
I reach my room and slam the door. Leaning against it, I slowly collapse to the floor.
Feyre.
A soothing voice echoes through my head, and I know it is him. Tendrils of darkness sooth my panic, and I begin to relax.
It's OK. You're OK. Everything will be OK.
Rhys... He wants to... I can't. I WON'T!
Feyre, listen to me. You can do it, you know. I won't hold anything against you.
NO! I CAN'T RHYS! You of ALL people should understand!
He goes silent. Feyre, trust me. I know.
I'm nothing more than a sobbing heap on the carpet. The tendrils of dark continue to sooth me, rock me.
And I fall asleep with his voice in my ears, but in my heart I am wishing I could be in his arms.
Well that's the first chapter done.
That was more of an intro, and I hope you like it. Sorry about not updating my other stories in a while i will soon.
Promise.
Love y'all,
KatnissTrisBella xxx