Alis the handmaid's tale

by Magdalena Ramsing

The triology from Alis's POV.

I am an urisk and hales from the Summer Court
and when Amarantha came my choices fell short.
She trapped our High Lords and their Courts collapsed.
Adriata was razed and my closest family killed.
I did the only thing I could and gathered my nephews to run
south to Spring and hope Lord Tamlin would take us in.
There was the only place to go
who would stay safe in fithy years or so.
Amarantha desired Tamlin but he her did spurn
and things did worse turned.
Lucien as emissary was sent of to booker peace
but it didn't end well as she didn't play nice.
Lucien's tounge was to quick
and her nail his left eye did outpick.
Tamlin vomited when he saw his friend
and Amarantha promised to make amends.
She invited the whole Court to a masquerade ball
and Tamlin promised to bring us all.
First he found a Day Court tinker who with technical trick
made Lucien a golden eye piece that whirred and said click.
So it was time for the ball Under the Mountain
and I left my nephews home splashing in a fountain.
I missed Summer but Spring was close enough
as High Lord Tamlin was a bit gruff
but he took us in.
So of to the ball and what would that bring?
For my mask I chose a small birdlike thing
and so did the other maids.
The other servants's masks showed their trades
and Tamlin a gold mask with emerald shades.
The imposter Queen still desired Tamlin but she was spurned
and a very serious lesson was to be learned.
Tamlin said he would rather take a human to bed
and as bride than her. And Jurian her sister bled
Clythia had still to him fled.
Amarantha laughed and a curse was said
Tamlin had fortynine years to his curse shed.
A human girl with hate in her heart for faeries
and killed us as her adversaries.
The girl had to kill one of his men
in cold blood and when
that had happened she had to been brought
in to Prythain and courted. Pleading was for naught
and after that last year Tamlin was to be hers.
So we returned to Spring and started to count down the years.
Tamlin sent out his sentries as wolves
and they volunteered themselves
and some returned and spoke of hunters
and old women. Slowly their numbers
dwindled and Tamlin started to lose hope.
I tugged a my mask and felt a growing fear
this was the very last year.
Andras went out as a wolf and was killed
by a girl. So she the conditions fulfilled
and Tamlin went over the Wall
to bring the girl that might save us all.
He went of as a beast
and returned after four days at last
with a starved and dirty girl
who in all this now was ensnared.
She was heavily glamoured to not get a hint
of us all for that would make her sprint.
So her name was Feyre and Tamlin sent her to bath,
get clean clothes and a hair cut. I wonderered about the path
that was ahead for us all.

I led the girl through corridors of gold and silver
and heard Lucien's suggestion to dump her in the river
or just kill her. Tamlin shut him down
and I looked at the girl with a frown.
She reluctantly undressed and let us bath her,
cut her hair to remove some tangles and one lone burr.
Feyre tried hard to not tremble
as she wondered if we were her to disassemble.
So I sent the other servants of with her clothes to the laundry.
I tried to dress her in a gown but she put me in a quandry.
The girl was dressed in a white robe
and wanted back her clothes. I did her probe
and she was mostly skin and bones
but begged in pleading tones.
So I stormed away to fetch her rags
who were only fit for the ragbag.
Do you want to wear this I asked and held up a sodden shirt
and her pants were just scraps covered in dirt.
I admitted silently that I had given them a few yanks.
Her old clothes wasn't fit to dine in with High Fae of ranks.
I gave the girl a glare and suggested the dress again
but she slumped in her chair and it was plain
that she would refuse. I went away
to find something to go with her hair and eyes of bluegrey.
So it was to be pants and a tunic.
She was sure to be a stubborn human
but she dressed in what was offered
and then my hairdressing she suffered.
I told her she was lean and skinny
and she talked about being poor. She was not a ninny
and she deserved some advice how to live here.
So keep your mouth shut and your ears open
the others will accept that our master has chosen
to let you live here. Lucien can need someone to bark
him down if you have the courage and spark.
She did look better clean and dressed
almost prettier than I would have guessed.
So I left her room and now it was up to Tamlin
to her love win.

The servants were buzzing with the news
about the human girl's arrival and all expressed their views.
Tamlin had given strict orders that she wasn't to be touched.
Only me, Lucien and him were with her to interact.
So in the morning I went to her room and got a snap
in my face with a curtain scrap.
I fell and gave a small yell as the girl jumped up from bed.
I am sorry she said and watched me with dread.
She just wanted a warning bell
if something bad would befell.
She crossed her arms and looked back
as I warned a rope wouldn't stop an attack.
I gave her that she wouldn't just give in
but to wreck the curtains was a small sin.
It was time to bath and fed her
and she ate with appetite and we were
for sure fattening her up.
Breakfast and lunch in her room and with Tamlin to sup
was his current orders
to carefully start threading unknown waters.
Again she dressed in tunic and pants
and in my head was a small rant
how to get her gowned. But she let me plait her hair
but when I was to add flowers she jumped from her chair.
She asked was she was to do
and was told into the garden to go.
I wanted to tell her about the curse
but that matter couldn't be coerced.
Amarantha has crafted her curse well
and there wasn't anything we could tell
the girl. Only our names and lies about a blight
and if Feyre knew the truth she would be posed for flight.
So I watched her in the garden and Tamlin tried to speak
but his sucess in charming her looked bleak.
I saw my nephews sneaking in the garden
and they was curious about the girl looking at the rosegarden.
She turned and listened but with her glamorured
her senses was very obscured.
Still I called her in for lunch
for I felt she had a hunch
that she wasn't alone. She slowly lost some fear
but it was made clear
that Tamlin was avoided.
But one morning she voiced
a question about Lucien's whereabouts
and I told her about his patrolling routes.
So Feyre went of to the stable
and fended Tamlin of to see if Lucien was able
to get her home. So they went out for a hunt
and when Tamlin heard he made a displeased grunt.
So back for dinner Lucien had some grave news
that a Bogge had come to make abuse.
Feyre stacked up some clothes and a knife in a pack
and hid that in her room. I told Tamlin that she might go back.
He told me to let it be as she was easy to track.
And one night she made a dash
as a pucca tried to lure her in a flash
as her father. The girl tried to creep out with stealth
now knowing how many eyes that watched with mirth.
Tamlin intercepted her before she came to harm
and got an opening to turn on his charm.

Tamlin hunted the Bogge for some days
and for him it was prey.
Feyre joined Lucien on his patrols
and he often made her eyes roll.
But they seemed to get along
and I hoped Tamlin didn't get it wrong
as Feyre was supposed to him belong.
I had seen him try to show of his muscles
and had secretly made some chuckles.
Feyre slowly filled out and got curves.
One night Tamlin gave the Bogge what it deserved.
He ran into Feyre and she helped to clean
his wound. She touched him and I saw the scene.
She was not what he expected of a human. His eyes so green
and next morning he picked a fight with Lucien
who was to back of so Tamlin could deepen
his relationship with Feyre. Lucien talked back
and Tamlin's claws punctured the table with a crack.
All servants were following the drama
and hoped she would end our trauma.
So next day Tamlin took her to his study
and secretly watched her body
who was now rather lovely.
They had a spat in the library
so Tamlin found a faerie
to pick a quarrel with and it was Lucien.
So they quarreled yet again
and Tamlin was called of to the border.
Lucien was told to not bother
to flirt with Feyre. But Feyre searched him out
to learn about how to find a Suriel's route.
He gave her some advice that was surreal.
Really a dead chicken to snare a Suriel?
But Feyre asked the kitchen
to give her a dead chicken
and set of. She did trap it but some Nagas come
but Tamlin saved her and brought her home.
He got to play the hero but I did scold her
for trying to take such risk as she gave a small purr
as I kneeded her scalp. She had been told
somethings by that nosey Suriel of old.
She sipped her chocolate and soaked in the bath
still trembling by the blod and aftermath.
I refused her questions and told her to let Tamlin fix
it. We talked of family and I cursed Lucien's tricks.
I told her he was a fool and the Suriel wanted a robe.
They grovel at a chance to replenish their wardrobe.
So I think I liked the girl but what a mess
so it was time for dinner and still no dress!
But she and Tamlin were getting closer
and Lucien was mum that poser.
Next day she asked for paints and art supplies
and Tamlin was happy to provide and socialize
with her by showing of the gallery.
He tried some small flattery
and courting her with some subtlety.
And a dead Summer Court faerie was dumped
and Feyre helped with him and Tamlin's shoulders slumped.
Next day he took her to a starlight glen
and managed to get her to swim. Well then
so things were moving at least
only to hope it was for the best.

Feyre painted every day and her clothes were paintsplashed.
As well that she didn't wear dresses to be trashed.
She had asked for a key to her painting study
and didn't let anyone see her work. Lucien thought it funny
and prodded that it might be ugly.
She painted for weeks and seemed of a sunny
disposition. But one day that changed and she brooded.
That she realized that she was secluded
from her family was understood.
She was not in the mood
for dinner conversation or food
and stormed out in the rosegarden to brood.
Tamlin waited and then her persued
to try to soften her attitude.
She came back with a thornfree rose in her hair
and did it the whole evening wear.
Next day she left for a long walk
and of course Tamlin left to her stalk.
They returned and she smiled
looking of the High Lord a bit beguiled.
It was soon time for Calanamai
and the orders was not to say
what that rite was about.
The staff was giggling as they worked to bring out
enough food and prepared bonfires.
Tamlin told Feyre to stay inside with a trip wire.
So our ceremony was done
and all servants slept in as the sun
rose. Tamlin appearently run into Feyre in the hall
and bit her. She refused to wear a shawl
and showed a bruise. They had a brawl
and she stormed of but they apologized
at dinner and he gave her abouqet of roses that she praised.
She even asked me to put them in her study.
I just nodded and but my money
was on that she was falling in love.
She was doing what was behoved.
Feyre requested a dress next evening
and I knew what that was meaning.
I muttered about beaing pleased or worried
as I dressed her in in gold and turquoise
and then dressed her hair as my mother
once taught me. Ferye said she wouldn't bother
with dresses in the day. Pants and tunics
it were to be. She asked about my home
and I could only tell her some
about my sister's death
and how Summer Court I left.
Feyre looked in the mirror
and left in a hurry for dinner.
She did look very beautiful
and that was indisputable
and the staff was hoping and whispering.
We hoped that our bad luck was shifting.
Tamlin took her on strolls and removed
the glamour on her as she proved
the next morning by failing recognize me.
She asked if Alis was unwell as I poured her tea.
Feyre then saw us all as we were
and to leave her room was a test for her.
She managed and tried to paint us all.
Time passed by and it was summer solstice
and I dressed her in blue and it was very nice
with a flower garland in her hair.
She and Tamlin danced and kissed
but next morning the bliss was dismissed.
The High Lord Rhysand paid a visit
and that was the end of it.
Tamlin trashed the dining room
and Feyre fled to her own like from doom.
I brought her a cup of chocolate
and she sipped it sitting up late
and listening to Tamlin trashing his house.
The very next morning as she rouse
she was dressed in human fashion
and all our faces were ashen.
Tamlin kissed her and called her love
and with pure will power
we tried to make her say the same.
But no declaration of love came.
She was put in a carriage and driven of
and we all knew what would came thereof.

After three days the came from Under the Mountain.
The Attor, Rhysand and a lot of guards that were shouting.
They smashed the iron gates and the door
and the chandeliers crashed into the floor.
My boys were hidden thanks the mother
but the intruders rounded upp all others.
They trashed the whole estate
and even bent the iron grates.
Tamlin had given orders to not fight
and told us who wanted to prepare for flight.
Lucien was wanted and Tamlin the real prize
the rest of the servants were more like buzzing flies.
I was beaten and hit and passed out
the last I remembered was a fanged snout.
I awoke and crawled away to hide
and heard the invaders talk with snide.
In the kitchen the worktable was upturned
and I hid behind it. Luckily the house wasn't burned.
The invaders left with all our people
maybe someone more had escaped their evil.
But I was to afraid to call out
and stayed in the kitchen and didn't scout.
The next day I searched the house
silently I crept around like a mouse.
Mercifully there was no blood or dead bodies
and the people spared for Amarantha's sick hobbies.
I decided to gather what supplies I could find
and what then was on my mind.
Where to go and hide?
I silently cried and the tears dried.
A large bag was found and I filled it
with food and knives all that was fit.
Suddenly I heard a sound
and my heart did pound.
It came from the dining room
and I wondered what there in was to loom.
There was some familiar smell from
someone Tamlin who shouldn't be here.
I found Feyre behind the door
staring at the bloody floor.
She was armed to her teeth
and we stared as our eyes met.
She gasped my name and I took her hand
and pulled her from the room that was once grand.
You shouldn't be here Feyre was told
but she asked her questions straining against my hold.
She asked about what happened to Tamlin and Lucien
and I told her the whole story once we were in the kitchen.
Feyre told me she wanted to help
and I bared at her my teeth
and said that she was a stupid girl
who could have broken it. That made me a churl
for she couldn't have known
and Amarantha had a curse thrown
on us all. We couldn't tell anything useful
and had to lie and say nothing truthful.
Feyre was determined to help and go to that
damned Court. Amarantha would crush her as a gnat.
She was not to be deterred and I gave
what warnings and help I could as to the cave
I led her. She thanked me as I said
that she probably would end up dead.
But she went in and came out
with Amarantha dead and her vile drought
on the High Lords's magic was ended.
And their magic to Feyre was extended
making her a High Fae and Tamlin's intended.
My mask was of and my boys safe.
All ended well thanks to a human waif.

Feyre was back in Spring Court and was fae
and we all adored her by the way.
She was not used to her new body
and her first weeks were a bit shoddy.
Feyre was very strong
and found her new limbs a bit long.
She mangaged to shatter an ancient bowl
and some glassdoors were no longer whole.
But she slowly adjusted to her new life
and the High Lord was to make her his wife.
A priestess named Ianthe joined our Court
and of our expectations of her fell short.
Feyre was to be our lady
but Ianthe told her daily and somewhat shady
how to dress and behave.
Feyre had been so brave
and now Tamlin wanted to keep her safe.
I had wanted to dress her in gowns
and at her pants and tunics I had made some frown.
But this was not really Feyre
as Ianthe tried to mould into a perfect lady.
I saw how she lost weight
and she couldn' sleep straight
through a whole night.
She really wasn't allright.
Ianthe made herself the fashion editor
and stalked Lucien like a predator.
Thank the mother that my nephews were so young
so she couldn't them strung.
It came the Winter Sunsticle and we celebrated
and soon Feyre's wedding was fated.
Her wedding dress was like a tent
and Tamlin's money on it weren't well spent.
But I dressed her and put on her gloves
and prepared Feyre to marry her love.
Her tattoo was covered but we all knew
about the blue black ink that flew
over her left arm. So we pretended it wasn't there
and that she had not to Lord Rhysand swear.
The bride dragged her feet
and didn't seemed eager to her groom meet.
I tried to coach her and told would be over soon
just go out and face your groom.
There was servants who wanted to spy on the bride
watching as she stepped to Tamlin's side.
But I saw her steps falter
and she backed away from the altar.
And an other High Lord arrived
to call in his bargain with the Spring bride.
Feyre was pale and shaken
and but didn't protest much about beeing taken.
So she was to return in a week
and our High Lord of fury did reek.
He trashed his house and hurt Lucien
and did do a very grim mien.
His bride was returned in a week
and she looked healthier and not so sleek.
The wedding was on hold
and we did as our High Lord told.
But Feyre was so very thin
and all her gowns were taken in.
It was time for the Tithe
and those occasions are seldom blithe.
So Feyre helped a water wraith
and showed some good faith.
It was spoken of and the story spread
she was a living legend and an other thread
to her tapetsry of legend was added.
And the halls with clawmarks were padded.
I told her she did good
and that wraith did stood
in her debt. She shrugged
but that she had a heart was understood.
More sentries and guards were added
and our lady so slowly faded.
She didn't ate and was so thin
and then Rhysand called his bargain in
again. When she was returned Tamlin locked
her up. And the sentries and servants were shocked
as darkness from her flowed
and her breathing slowed.
I called her name and it was in wain.
Darkness, ice, water and fire all the same
as the High Lords powers. She was what
not in Prythain had there been someone like that!

So the Night Court sent their famed Morrigan
to fetch Feyre. She could butcher a whole garrision
but she picked Feyre out from that cocoon of power
as the lady made for her to cower.
Morrigan picked Feyre up and she clung
like a child. I had to use my tounge
and plead please take care of her.
And I knew that we were lucky to be alive
as she evaluated Feyre's thin frame.
This was cause for bloodshed
but she just stunned our guards and they weren't dead.
Feyre was thin like a wraith
and she didn't leave us in good faith.
Her ring was melt of
and I think it was a symbol of lost love.
So she was taken away
and Tamlin returned ready to flay.
Lucien pocketed the melted of ring
and Tamlin really was avenging lord of Spring.
He had his sentries on duty seized
and questioned and they were agonized.
I let them think Feyre was taken
but I knew I wasn't mistaken.
Morrigan saved Feyre and Rhysand
I hoped he would take Feyre in hand.
Lucien asked Tamlin to show mercy
and the came to a controversy.
But Tamlin assembled his whole Court
and the sentries lives were cut short.
He killed them himself in front of us all
after he had them mauled.
Tamlin was indead frantic
almost that he was antic.
So he and Lucien looked them in the study
and thing were sure to be blody.
There was talk of war with the Night Court
and Ianthe prattled on about
the Hybern king. Tamlin did trash
a lot of his house and his claws slashed
his study, his room and Feyre's room.
He turned her room into a tomb.
So Lucien dispacthed his spies
to retrieve Tamlin's prize.
I kept silent and was grateful
to be alive. The High Lord was baleful.
Lucien was away a lot
and and tried to get a shot
of information about the missing bride.
Ianthe was often at Tamlin's side.
Feyre sent Tamlin a note
and when he read it we heard a shout.
Tamlin wanted to act
but Lucien avised against the Hybern pact.
I had a cousin in Adriata and she wrote
that Feyre visited the Summer Court.
That she was happy and healthy
and was dressed whealthy.
Of course I didn't tell anyone
but heard she was laughing having fun.
She had better being gone
and I hoped she stayed on the run.
After two long months that felt like years
a tip reached Lucien's ears.
Feyre was in the North
and Lucien and his sentries set forth
to get her back. Feyre had refused to come
so things did look rather glum.
Lucien thought Rhysand had taken her mind
so his name was most maligned
Lucien told Tamlin to go ahead
and climb into the Hybern bed.
I was just a servant but knew Ianthe misled
Tamlin about her motives.
The High Lord was explosive
about doing Calanmai and his duty.
Ianthe might be a beauty
but she for sure was snooty.
Poor Lucien took her into the cave
and was he did was brave.
After like a week or two
Tamlin and Lucien to Hybern was to go.
They returned with Feyre dressed in leather
and Tamlin stayed close like on a teather.
Feyre was to be included in all planning
and Tamlin found her enchanting.
She had mucles and color
Rhysand hadn't kept her in squalor.

Feyre was back in Spring
and I wondered about the whole thing.
She didn't look like she had been tortuted or tormented.
She had regained the weight she lost
and I wondered was to be the cost
for her presence here again.
That she had plans was plain
and she was sure to use her brain
to plot some revenge against Ianthe and Tamlin.
She did a tale about the horrors spun
that Rhysand had made her endure.
The evidences of it were thin
but Tamlin took it all in.
Feyre smelt like Rhysand and was mated
and I thought she waited
for the right time to return to her home
and was to leave Spring to its doom.
So I did prepare myself to leave with my boys
going away without noise.
I had stayed away from Summer to long
better to leave for here was wrong.
So I dressed Feyre and curled her hair
and saw Lucien give Feyre a suspicious stare.
Ianthe had sold out her sisters
and Lucien was bitter
over the loss of his mate.
Eager to know her fate.
Tamlin had trashed Feyre's old room
and her clothes but I saved an outfit whom
I guess came from her true Court.
Feyre's respones to Ianthe's excuse fell short.
Next day we had Hybern guests
and I did my best to get Feyre well dressed.
Not many of her old gowns fit
and she her brows knit
when I mentioned that she before didn't care
so much about new things to wear.
She needed a dress for solstice
and had worn those who fitted twice.
She was skilled in playing us all
but there was small tells
she couldn't hide. She managed to detain
Tamlin from her bed and that she hated his touch was plain.
Feyre sat in her robe as I sorted through dresses
so I decided so mention my guesses.
I showed her the Night Court outfit
and she made a gasp and her lips bit.
She told me to not be cruel
but I put the outfit away and stayed cool.
I crossed my arms an told her about that day
when Morrigan came and took her away.
How she clung to Morrigan like a child
being taken from that power cocoon she had complied.
That she was not abducted but rescued.
I told her to take revenge but spare my nephews.
She watched me with sharp eyes
as I told her of that visit to Adriata
and how she had smiled and laughed
with Rhysand. And that she had came back right
and that her eyes finally were bright.
She said she wanted to heal
and I think I understood for real.
So I pulled out that white shining dress
and told her to wear that to look blessed.
Ianthe dragged us up sereval hours before dawn
and assembled us all at the green lawn.

Feyre was dressed all in white and looked very pure.
White velvet cloak and flower crown so Tamlin fell for her allure.
She was liften up on a mare
and she ceartinly the crowd's attention snared.
She was the person that was in the center
when she in a parading way did enter.
The sun rose towards her and she started to glow.
She and Lucien put on a show
and made all to her low bow.
Ianthe didn't quite know
how to the attention of the crowd steal.
She narrowed her eyes of teal
and started som secret plot.
Feyre a lot of adoration got
and she danced with the High Lord
but I could swear that her eyes soared
up towards the stars of their own accord.
Against Ianthe Feyre had scored
so now the priestess tried to plot
but the High Lord didn't care a lot
about stolen keys as he found Feyre in Lucien's
arms and in his room. Well then
the Lady was making her plans
so I had better take matters in hands
and write to my cousin in Summer
pack our bags to prepare to go there.
Feyre and Lucien escorted the Hyberns to the Wall
and some poor humans some evil befell.
Lucien and Feyre lured up a bogge
and it attacked the Royals. Their daring had me agog
but Tamlin had a temper tantrum
that was felt through the whole mansion.
He destroyed his study and is wasn't the first time
but now Feyre came to harm and that was a crime
in the eyes of his Court. Words were chimed
over the estate and Tamlin's reputation begrimed.
So Feyre was very shaken and she bled
and I put her quietly to bed.
The High Lord begged for her fogiveness
and and it was given but his people liked him less.
Ianthe warned about a planned attack
and some Nagas were driven back.
She stayed in the house and held Court
and didn't cared that we knew her true worth.
A poor sentry was to be made an example of
and Tamlin thought that it did behove
to whip him in front of us all even as mercy
was pleaded for by Feyre. It was so dirty
and we all saw through Ianthe's game.
She didn't showed any shame
as the poor sentry was bloodied.
Tamlin watched his bride
as she held Lucien's hand at his side.
She tended to the wounded sentry
while Ianthe made a point of entry
to lead the company in for food
and the sentries were in an ugly mood.
So they were all to go for the Wall
and I gathered clothes and food and packed it all.
My cousin had written back
and the boys and I had packed.
We had ponies to ride and it felt good to go home.
I brought lady Feyre an extra pack with some
supplies and knew for sure that she wasn't coming back.
I wished her well and knew that Spring was about to crack.
So I herded the lady towards a chair
for the last time I brushed and braided her hair.
She had changed from starved human to an immortal fair
and she met my startled stare
as she told about Tarquin and the blood ruby.
Feyre was a rare beauty
beautiful inside and out
and we wished each other well
when we in our true Courts went to dwell.

So the next morning after the important people left
for the Wall in South my movements were deft
and the ponies were saddled and my pack
loaded. We mounted and rode not looking back.
We didn't take a door and to the border was some days
but the ride was pleasant in the sun's rays.
When we passed into Summer there was some startling news.
We heard the hybern twins had to Feyre made abuse.
She had killed them and fled with Lucien
and Tamlin's people was enraged when
they learnt about that. Tamlin's Court fell from within.
The High Lord failed to the refugees find
and his call for Tithe went mostly unheard.
And more troubles there stirred
as Hybern's ships landed in his docks.
So I was home and was somewhat in shock
what Feyre had pulled of before our very eyes
but good indead was her guise.
I hoped her escape was secured
and she and Lucien not injured.
My cousin got me a work in the palace
she kissed me and called me dear Alis.
We heard that the High Lords were called to a summit
and wondered what would come of it.
But we were lesser faeries and servants
but we were observant
and I learnt about the Night Court visit
and why Tarquin was pissed by it.
Then Hybern attacked his city
and war and battle close up are gritty.
Our forces was outnumbered
our people slaughtered and homes plundered.
But the Night Court came to our aid
as Illyrian wings filled the sky as we stayed
in a barricaded room and heard shouts and smelt blood
and watched it under the door flood.
The Hybern attack was repelled
and many Summer faeries were felled.
I never saw Feyre or her true High Lord
but I learnt that with Tarquin they had words.
Tarquin was still angry about that theft
and the High Lord and his mate left.
So Feyre truly was his mate and he loved
her enough to make her High Lady.
The news made the whole palace buzz
and Tarquin made a bit fuss
but a High Lord does as he wants.
But a High Lady sounded good that I grant.
And me and my nephews were alive
and my lady was cared for and safe.
So we lived through this war
I couldn't ask for more.