Winter has made me bored, and since I've been re-reading the ACOTAR series I decided to do some writing.
Here is my adaptation of the events under the mountain in Rhysand's POV. I obviously have to use some of Sarah J Maas's dialogue since some of the events are just re-accounted from Rhy's POV, but I do not own any of that. I hope you enjoy.


Chapter One:
I leaned against one of the western walls, utterly bored out of my mind. Time was starting to lose it's grip on me. Party after party, gathering after gathering, meetings, Amarantha's room, more parties... I sighed and picked an invisible speck off my black shirt. Since that poor human girls demise, the air in here felt thick. It held a tension you could cut with a knife. I could sense she was getting bored as well- which meant a calm before a storm. Who else was going to have to suff-

My thought was cut off by an image that flashed in my mind.
Heavy breathing, sounds of dragging feet. My eyes flashed down to a girl being pulled by her arm. I gripped it so hard I could feel her blood boiling in her veins, and I liked that. She yanked against my grasp, protesting, but since she was frail obviously it was a wasted effort. Her face was contorted in pain since her arm was being twisted at an odd angle.

I snapped back behind my shield. I knew exactly who's mind I had just intruded on. It left a rotten after taste on my tongue. Like decaying flesh. It took a bit of self control not to gag as I adjusted my stance, keeping my posture relaxed, even though I could feel the tendrils of adrenaline starting to nip through my heart. Everybody could now hear the Attor. They both rounded the corner, and although the off-kilter, in my opinion, unholy, annoying music still filled the room, a hushed silence fell over every creature present. I tried not to show the sliver of panic that rushed through me. Seemingly coinciding with the panic that danced along Feyre's features as she was thrown in front of Amarantha's Dais, her face making an unforgiving crack against the stone floor. A small circle formed around them as Amarantha took in the scene now playing out before her.
"What's this?" She purred as she devoured Feyre with her eyes. It reminded me of a snake sizing up a mouse for dinner, but Feyre kept her gaze on their shoes. The Attor stood close, flapping it's grotesque wings and letting it's mucus coated tongue slip through it's fangs.
"Just a human thing I found downstairs..." He trailed off, the Attor's skeletal body always repulsed me.
"Obviously..." Amarantha drawled, stroking a finger down Jurian's glass encased eye.
"But why should I bother with her?"

The Attor let out a low chuckle that filled the room. A haunting sound like somebody running their too long nails down a chalkboard. I just frowned slightly.
"Tell her Majesty why you were sneaking around the Catacombs-" It paused trying to be dramatic I assumed.
"Why you came out of the old cave that leads to the Spring Court." Feyre didn't answer. She frowned more deeply, looking like she was calculating something. I pressed my lips into a thin line as the Attor grabbed her by the ribs, I could see the bit of blood oozing from his claws where he gripped her. She winced in pain but made no sounds.
"Tell her Majesty, you human filth!" The wicked creature shouted. I crossed my arms over my chest. It was confusing to feel some what protective, even though I had hardly spoke with her except the two occasions. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing again, clouding my face with a mask of cool boredom, even though I wanted to pull the Attors grimy claws from Feyres ribs and break each of those fingers, I just sighed again.

"I came to claim the one I love." Came a small whisper. My ears seemed to prick at the sound of her voice. I had almost forgotten how lovely it sounded.
"Oh?" Amarantha said as she leaned forwards, ever more intrigued.
"I've come to claim Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court." Feyre said with more volume this time. My eyebrows shot up at the bravery that was laced in her words. It made me want to scoff at whom she was declaring her love for, but impressive none the least for how much she was putting on the line. She had to have known she was in a cougars lair. She has to know she is about to be shredded.
A gasp simultaneously erupted through the other Faeries in the room as they realized what Feyre had come to do. She was trying to break Amarantha's curse. Trying to free us all... Amarantha only cackled throwing her head back, and covering her mouth with a hand. She giggled a bit more turning to Tamlin and stroking his face.
"You certainly were busy all those years. Developed a taste for human beasts, did you?" Tamlin didn't flinch, didn't move, didn't show any emotion what's so ever. He didn't even look at Feyre as she gazed up at him from her knees. To a degree I understood what he was doing, but it stirred a small amount of anger in me. She came to risk everything she had, and he was being a coward by not showing her an ounce of feeling.
"But..." Amarantha said slowly, "It makes me wonder- if only one human girl could be taken once she killed your sentinel" Her eyes sparked, "Oh you are delicious. You let me torture that innocent girl to keep this one safe? You lovely thing! You actually made a human worm love you. Marvelous." The witch clapped her hands and Tamlin just turned his head.

"Let him go!" Feyre chimed in again. Though the Attor hadn't loosened his grip on her, the tone again held strong. I couldn't help but be in awe of her.
I only half listened to the rest of their conversation knowing very well I could revisit the memories of almost every Fae in here later on to re-account the details. My brain was firing a million miles a second trying to go through the many scenarios that this could play out. Either way I knew this girl couldn't die. There was something deep within me that whispered ghostly feelings of agony if that was to be her fate. I knew I couldn't be obvious about helping her since I needed to keep up my charade with Amarantha. I had her where I wanted and I couldn't let up my position...
"But I'll make a bargain with you human..." My attention fell uninterrupted back on their conversation. I sucked in a breath. A deal was death.
"You complete three tasks of my choosing- Three tasks to prove how deep that human sense of loyalty and love runs, and Tamlin is yours. Just three little challenges to prove your dedication, to prove to me, to prove to darling Jurian, that your kind can indeed love true, and you can have your High Lord." She turned to Tamlin,
"Consider it a favor High Lord- These human dogs can make our kind so lust-blind that we lose all common sense. Better for you to see her true nature now."
Feyre interrupted her, which made me almost cough on a laugh.

"I want his curse broken too!" She nearly shouted. I had to give it to her credit. On top of her courage she also knew how specific magic was. I just hoped that she would throw in the rest of our fates before agreeing to the terms as well.
"I complete all three of your tasks and his curse is broken, and we" Feyre said gesturing weakly with her hand to the entire room.
"And all his Court- can leave here- and remain free, forever." She held her chin up high, but the Attor noticed the slight sign of defiance and squeezed harder making her buckle closer to the floor. It snorted looking accomplished.
"Of course" Amarantha purred. I started going off again sinking into my own thoughts. Although I had doubts that Amarantha was going to let her win regardless, this might be the perfect opportunity for me to help her without anyone knowing. If I could ensure that she won, we all might be free of this wretched place.
Feyre and Amarantha agreed to their terms and the twang of magic filled the room. She waved her hand dismissing Feyre and allowing her cronies to start beating to a pulp. I flexed my jaw looking at Tamlin who still wasn't showing any emotion as his lover was pushed to the ground and kicked in the stomach. The Attor hauled her up and crushed a skeletal claw into her face sending blood spraying across two other Faeries. It took all of my self control to turn on my heel as I slipped into her mind and slowly took away her pain. I covered her thoughts in a blanket of darkness as I retreated from the room.

I didn't want to watch this, now that she was unconscious they would stop anyway, and tow her to whatever cell was free below. I brushed a hand through my hair, turning a corner that lead down a hallway to my room. As awful as that entire exchange was to watch, I couldn't help but finally feel hope for the first time in fifty years. I let myself revisit my memories of Velaris, seeing Cassian, Mor's, Azriel's and Amren's faces. I had hope of seeing my friends again,

and I wasn't going to let that go so easily.


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