So I literally came up with this in a dream and I woke up and wrote it and jut finished the final sentence. This has MAJOR spoilers for ACOMAF so if you haven't read it please leave you don't want to be spoiled, you'll regret it. So Byeeee to those of you who haven't read ACOMAF and hello and welcome and enjoy to those who haven't. Thisi S my take on a part of the final in the trilogy. Love you all and may or may not continue, all depends on summer schedule. Please review and let me know what tou thinks. Bye.
Court of Love and betrayal:
She sat at the head of the table next to Tamlin utterly bored and nauseous. Actually come to think of it she had been nauseous and tired for nigh on three weeks. It was because of all the magic she had to use to dampen her power as High Lady of the Night Court. She missed her High Lord, the one back in Velaris not the one sitting to her right. She felt a comforting sensation down her back and ghost hands traveled down her spine and trailed on the insides of her thighs she squeezed them together under her thick and long gown as heat pounded through her and her blood raced at the trace of Rhys' touch. Tamlin was supposedly listening to the high fae and their complaints when his nose flared and he sharply looked at her, his eyes darkened with desire and Feyre knew he could smell what was happening physically to her body, what he didn't know was that it wasn't him who turned her on. Tamlin stood to make a short speech, shorter than usual and Feyre realized he was going to take her to bed and she was going to have to comply. Even though just the bought of it made her suck she willed her body to keep releasing the pheromones that Tamlin could smell as ones of lust. Tamlin finished and gently took her hand quickly leading them out of the throne room. He took her to her rooms and before she could say a word captured Feyre's lips on his, his hands roaming, dominating. Feyre encouraged him as she opened her mind for Rhys. He came as he always did and planted images of them together, writhing on the bed. Rhys' hands trailed to her breasts as Tamlin carried her to the bed and later her down quickly undressing both Feyre and himself. Feyre kept imagining Rhys' hands on her as Tamlin began to edge himself closer and suddenly a gasp like no other escaped her mouth as nausea swept through her. Her stomach contracted and she thought she'd be sick. Tamlin didn't notice but Feyre put a hand and pushed him back he did after a confused moment and sounded hurt when he spoke. "Feyre what is the-" she leaped off the bed and ran to her bathroom collapsing against the toilet and spilling her guts. Tamlin raced after her and held her gently as she sagged against the white bowl and sweat beaded her brow. "What is wrong?" He asked anxious. Feyre didn't answer his question but instead asked "please get my maid or a doctor whoever to stop this shit." Tamlin nodded once and disappeared. As soon as he left Feyre almost wept from relief, she could have done without throwing up but it saved her from having to pretend. Rhys sent a question down the bond, "Why are you sick? I know you're not faking it." Feyre shrugged even though Rhys wasn't there to see it and replied, "I don't know. Magic depletion?" Rhys said "It couldn't be, you're too powerful." Then a muted emotion shuddered down the bond it was between terror and happiness and when Feyre tried to heap it to make sense it was snatched from her and she psychologically glared. Just then Tamlin retired with both a doctor and her maid. Her maid with Tamlin's help clothed her and caries her back to bed. The doctor knelt beside her and asked her questions. Odd ones Feyre couldn't connect in her head. She was just too tired. Then the doctor suddenly said "Everyone be quiet." The room was silent Tanlin barely breathed. A ga goon noise sounded in place of the talking. "Do you hear that? There is another living being in this room." He looked at Feyre, "it's coming from you. You are with child." He bowed his head "The Prince of Princess of the Spring Court." Tamlin's jaw literally dropped. "You mean I, I'm the father?" The doctor cocked his head, unless "Feyre has had unprotected sexual intercourse with another in the past two months." He looked between Feyre and Tamlin, wondering if the baby could have been someone else's. "No, just Tam and only once since I returned two months ago, otherwise it's been around 4 months. The doctor nodded, "Yes then congratulations are in order for you both." He bowed again and left Feyre's chambers as did the maid after settling a cool wash cloth on her bed. Tamlin sat beside her. "Are you sure, maybe just before you left Rhys..." "No." Feyre said shortly. She softened her voice purposefully. "It's you, it's always been you Tam. I love you and I love our child." I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry she sent to Rhys who responded in kind with an "I know" and a psychological kiss on her shoulder she could feel. Tamlin leaned in kissing her gently. "I believe you. I love you too and our child too. I have duties to attend to but just tell Lucien if you need me and I'll be next to you in an instant. And no getting out of bed. You're on bedrest until the baby is born." Feyre didn't respond as she pretended to sleep so Tamlin would leave. He closed the door a moment later and Feyre sat quietly trying to control her breath and the tears that threatened to fall. It was Tamlin's not Rhys' and she didn't know if she could do it. If she could look at Tamlin in he eye any longer and pretend to love the man who had nearly killed her. Rhys didn't speak to Feyre but she felt jealousy simmer down the bond followed by consoling sensations and Feyre fell asleep just as Rhys whispered down the bond," I'll raise her like my own." With those words in her head, not realizing they weren't part of her dream Feyre's breathing slowed and she slept. The next morning Tamlin was gone but the doctor was there giving her instructions and medicine to prevent her sickness. But all she heard were the words the doctor whispered in her ears as he leaned down to check her pulse by her chest. "It's three and a half months old" Those were the only were he said and he didn't explain them but he didn't have to Feyre was quick It was not Tamlin's meaning it could only be Rhys', which meant... Rhys was a father. Feyre exclaimed down the bond and Rhys answer quickly just as excited and terrified. "I know, I could tell she was mine as soon as I heard the heart beat. We're mates. Any mate would know his own child was being carried by his mate, but not all fae have mates which can lead to down confusion. So Tamlin hasn't yet realized it's not his." "Why didn't you tell me?!" "Because it wasn't my place to and you needed to act like you had no idea, which you didn't I might add. Had you listened to your body more you would have realized you were carrying a child." "And 'she'? Do you now that for a fact?" "I'm hoping and usually my hopes and dreams concerning you come true." Feyre sat up straight despite her slitting headache. "RHYS OUR CHILD IS IN DANGER HERE YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUTN OF HERE!" Feyre felt his agreement but... "I can't, that would be an act of war. And we don't need two of them, we need to make alliances and I need you to spy on the Spring Court. Mor disguised as an Attor with steal you away and Tamlin will think the King of Hybern betrayed him and join with us. Okay. I love you. And for fuck's sake, rest. You're pregnant and I won't have any underdeveloped child of mine because my High Lady didn't sleep enough." "Fine." Feyre said already exhausted and drifting off to sleep again but was awake enough to make an obscene gesture at Rhys telepathically, and she felt his hum of laughter sweep through her as she succumbed to the darkness.