HEEYYYY peeps. TheLastBookBender here *waves*. As some of you might know, I have another fanfiction based on a continuation of ACOTAR. But as you all know, ACOMAF is now out. YESSS. So I've decided to make a new fanfic based right after ACOMAF. Its Rhys/Feyre based, in the romance department. But hopefully this fanfic will be filled with oodles of other things. I hope? I have no faith in myself. Please review (: Constructive criticism is welcome, and while you're at it, tell us about your thoughts on ACOMAF.

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Any rights go to Sarah .J. Maas…this is her series and characters, after all.

Feyre:

This place was unbearable. The narrow halls, that eternal permeating scent of roses. The gated windows and heavy doors.

I didn't know how I could have ever lived here, ever considered this place home; the elaborate manor a mere façade to cover up the beast who ruled within.

You're being particularly dramatic today. Rhysand's teasing voice shot down the mating bond that was tied between us.

Very funny. You don't need to contact me unless it's about something important. Which was entirely false, and Rhys knew it.

I'm sorry for disturbing your holiday. Please, continue with your festivities.

I was suddenly flooded with an intense desire to hold my mate in my arms, to kiss him, to feel his body against mine. I let the smattering of love and ache echo down the bond, and felt it returned in kind.

"Feyre!" Tamlin said loudly. I snapped out of my dazed expression; I was sloppy, I should have been more careful not to let my distraction show.

We were seated at the dining room table, I on Tamlin's left, Lucien on his right. Today, a feast of fish, potatoes, steak, and vegetables had been served. Delicious in its own right, but nothing compared to the food prepared with kindness at Velaris.

How I missed my real home.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm so sorry, my love." I shook my head wistfully, as if dreaming of better times.

Twirling my fork, I let a slightly concerned look cross Tamlin's face before I replied. "I was just thinking of my sisters…I remember those horrible times in the cottage, but at least I was with them."

Tamlin's hands curved into claws, digging into the wooden table, a vein bulging slightly in his forehead. "I swear with all my heart that I will rescue your sisters," he growled fervently. "And then I will make that bastard suffer."

No. No, it will be you who will suffer for all you have done; it will be you who I will raze to the ground. I carefully made sure to maintain my slightly hopeful, worried expression; it was difficult when all I wanted to do was make this man bleed. When all I wanted to do was bring him back to where Rhys and I would tear him to pieces for splitting us apart.

I let a few innocent tears roll down my cheeks. "Is there nothing we can do right away?" Tamlin's expression changed from feral to determined protector and sympathiser.

"We're doing all we can, Feyre. Directly attacking the Night Court, alone, will result in a massacre. We must be patient until Hybern's forces arrive."

"When will that be?" I fretted anxiously, gently poking at my fillet of fish. Ignoring the warning glares from Lucien, Tamlin just shovelled more food in his mouth, and said,

"Well, it is a large force to transport all the way from Hybern, not to mention organizing and preparing the troops for battle. I'd say two months. Three at most." That gave us time; that was good. But that also meant I'd be trapped here until then.

"But that is so long!" I hated playing the helpless damsel who whined and could do nothing herself. But if that would save my people, then I would gladly do so. Tamlin said nothing.

And so we ate the rest of the meal in silence. I quickly contacted Rhysand to inform him of when the Hybern forces would arrive. I quietly set my fork down, and delicately dabbed at my mouth with a napkin.

Rising, I murmured, "I think I'll get some early rest. I've been extremely tired these past few days." Tamlin stood as well, and gave me a slight kiss on my lips that made me want to alternately gag and carve his lips off. He was so unlike Rhysand: the smell, the feel, the touch, the sound.

I almost vomited when he pried my lips apart with his tongue, and his tongue slithered into my mouth. I could faintly feel Rhysand snarling on the other side of the bond. I knew what Tamlin so desperately wanted, but which I always came up with an excuse to avoid; an invitation to my bed. Not that he ever needed one in the past.

Tamlin suddenly frowned and drew away. He sniffed the air, his nostrils widening. "You…smell different." My heart stuttered.

"It's probably that new perfume I tried on yesterday," I said. Tamlin vaguely nodded.

Smiling prettily, I sashayed up the grand staircase to my bedroom, where I could finally be alone. Gasping, I rushed to the faucet to thoroughly wash the taste of Tamlin from my mouth.

Today had gone surprisingly well. I knew I had Tamlin wrapped around my pinky finger, and unfortunately Lucien knew it as well. He had constantly been shooting suspicious glances my way since I had returned to the manor.

I quickly undressed, laying my heavy dress and underclothes on the dresser drawer. I combed through the piles of clothes in my wardrobe for a not-so-flimsy nightgown and pulled one out. That was when I noticed my unused monthly bleeding cloths, it\n a tidy folded pile.

I realized that I hadn't bled this month at all; but that was probably due to my stress. I had missed bleedings countless times in the years before.

After dressing, I almost leapt into my soft bed. It was so downy, that I was falling asleep almost immediately. There was a sudden knock at my door. I drew the blankets protectively up to my chin, and called out, allowing the person to enter.

It was Tamlin. Shit, shit, shit. He softly shut the door behind him. "Feyre?" He whispered, padding to my bedside. I closed my eyes then re-opened them after a few moments. He was dressed only in his trousers, the rest of him was bare. My whole body tensed, and I took a calming breath.

"Feyre." Tamlin said again. He cleared his throat, reaching out a hand to stroke my face. I inwardly cringed, my skin crawling. "I know it's been hard for you. But it's been awhile now, and we've been so distant." I could tell where this was going, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured, his hand trailing down to my chest. In a blind panic, I reached for his mind. I tried to get past his mental defenses, like I had done with Tarquin, but something was different. I could feel his mind, but it was utterly blocked. I hurled myself at it in desperate attempt to stop his advances, but his mind was dead to me.

Intuition told me that this the king of Hybern's doing, to keep his pretty little pet safe from mental manipulation. A spell, perhaps? There was no way I could stop Tamlin, only forcibly. And that would destroy everything that I had worked a month for. I had used up all my excuses.

Rhysand's strained voice cut across my thoughts. Do what you have to. I won't hold it against you.

The very idea of sleeping with Tamlin was revolting. I didn't know if I had any contraceptive tonic. What if I became pregnant?

Rhysand growled in my head, as Tamlin climbed atop me and started kissing my neck. I began gasping, taking in too much air. Tamlin took this for pleasure and started trailing further down my body.

I was nothing, I was shadow, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe-

It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here.

Rhysand, who understood all too much what this felt like.

And so, while the man who I hated took my body, Rhysand took my mind. He took it far away to Velaris, to the feeling of him. He smothered my fear in a sea of love and understanding.

As the man I hated moved on my body, I was safe in the mental arms of Rhysand. I could feel the barely restrained rage of a man whose mate was being bedded by another male. My own rage at the fact that Tamlin couldn't even distinguish anything wrong from my almost comatose body, mingled with Rhysand's.

I love you.

I love you so much.