My name is Nuala and Cerridwin is my twin
please sit down for the tale that I will spin
can take some time. We are half
wraiths and part of Rhysand's staff.
We cook and spy on his behalf
and Azriel's to check out the riffraff.
Azriel trained us to be expert spies
and to him inform and apprise
all important facts and news that
we found. We can be silent as any cat
and walk through every wall
so try to bar us out is wasted time for all.
Our father was a High Fae and mother
a wraith so our father didn't bother
with us. But Azriel found a use
for us and trained us to be set loose
as spies. He was shadow singer
to the High Lord and his bringer
of news and doing his dirty work
and he used his legendary dirk.
The High Lord's Heir was Rhysand
and he was devoted to this land
and its people. Like us he was not
pure High Fae and he got
to defend his power and position
a lot. But he had the ambition
of being a better High Lord
than his father. So came word
about his family's horrible murder
and he and his father winnowed to the border
of Spring to take their revenge
and they killed with vengeance.
Rhysand came back as High Lord
as his father was killed and an other chord
sounded in the Night Court.
Our new High Lord showed his worth
and banned a lot of bad things
like clipping of female Illyrian wings.
He bought his town house and created
his Inner Circle and it was hated
to put females in a position of authority
so he had to kill some unsavory
people. We served him well
until that bad time with Aramantha befell.
He went alone to her damned party
and it was for sure not hearty.
Only my twin and some nobles
from Hewn City were with him. Unable
to detect Amarantha's plotting
we all had to stay there rotting
Under the Mountain. The High Lord
shielded Velaris and sent word
to his friends to stay away
and let that bitch have her way
with him. We acted as his eyes and ears
and checked the wicked Court of fears.
We told him all we could hear
and silently cried some tear
over what happened to our High Lord
so some points against Amarantha were scored
as some of her plans were thwarted.
Some schemes were distorted.
After fortynine years the Spring Court
was collected and Amarantha wanted as consort
its High Lord Tamlin. And a poor human girl
named Clare was dragged in to by that churl
the Attor. She was tortured and beaten
and our High Lord was quieten.
So Clare died after a week
and Prythain's furture was bleak
when an other human girl came to seek
her love and did to Amarantha speak.
So a foolish bargain was stuck
and Rhysand looked like he had bad luck.
It turned out the girl's name was Feyre
and during her stay here she didn't fare
well. Amarantha had her beaten up
and as that wasn't horrible enough
she was locked into a dank cell
and had to do demeaning chores as well.
She willingly gave up her name
to keep her friend Lucien from harm.
Rhysand told us to stay villigant
as this girl was somehow significant.
He said her name like for a much pondered question
it was the answer almost like a confession.
Feyre did her first trial and won
but even with her first trial done
it came with a prize. She was badly hurt
and her whole arm infected by the dirt
from the wyrm's foul lair.
Rhysand visited and laid the facts bare
that she was dying and he could
heal her but only if she would
spend a week in the Night Court
when this whole mess was sorted out
and we were all free. She was not thrilled
but Rhysand's talk about death filled
her with dread. I listened from the door
as she stubbornly stared at the floor.
Rhysand sounded mean and not nice
and I thought he would pay an inner price
for this act for that was what it was.
He started to leave but did pause
and that was the cause
that Feyre gave in and made a deal.
So Rhysand did her heal
and gave her a tattoo to seal
their bargain. She was not grateful
and expressed herself somewhat hateful.
Amarantha called for a party for some reason
and Rhysand summoned us and plotted treason
at last against that bitch. Feyre was to attend
and should be dressed and painted to offend
Tamlin. Rhysand intended to piss him off.
Feyre was bathed, clothed and painted by us
to look alluring but her outfit made her scoff.
She even got crowned to show her off.
So she was Rhysand's escort for that party
and was paraded for Tamlin and the harpy
on the first party and many more.
He that wine of oblivion in her goblet pour
and made her drink and she felt poorly.
We knew he didn't do it out of cruelty
but we saw and maybe we suspected
a hidden agenda but did as he directed.
Feyre survived her second trial
for that death was to have been vile.
It was time for an other party and she
was closely guarded to not flee.
On the way to the dressing room
we heard the Attor talking to whom?
It was a horrible faerie from the Hybern king
and they spoke about awful but interesting things.
The king was plotting and was ready for war.
This could be bloody and strecth far.
We hid with Feyre in an alcove
and listenend carefully to add to our trove
of information. This would interest Rhysand
as I held the girl with a steady hand.
We were handmaiden yes but also spies
and no one knew that our eyes
and ears had studied them for years
they didn't even knew we were here.
Rhysand heard the knews and made a fist
and I knew he wanted Amarantha to mist.
Our High Lord Rhysand was from the skies banned
as he hid his wings. It was decades since he was tanned.
I knew he visited Feyre in her cell
but was said I cannot tell.
That was between them alone
as even master spies are prone
to be decent about some things
to spy on someone in love is not the thing.
Feyre managed to defeat the false Queen
but she died and I saw the scene
when she was revived as Fae
and severval grateful faeries had to cry.
But I saw Rhysands mien
and in his eyes he was not keen
to leave Feyre with that green
eyed Tamlin. Rhysand summoned us
to his room and there was nothing to discuss.
I and Cerridwin was to return back to Velaris
and report to Azriel and we were dismissed.
He was to follow as soon as he could
but chose to stay to do some good.
So for the first time in almost fifty years
we saw the sky and sun. We saw him soar
up in the sky with a silent roar.
It was her Feyre that made him linger
but she was to go to Spring. What a stinger
for Rhysand who returned to his Court
but of explanations of her fell short.
I rather liked the girl as she was kind and clever.
Maybe I could dress her again but probably never.
Rhysand was back with his friends in his home
but he was different and nightmares did roam
his nights. He slept in his town house
to avoid the Circle. Spring was to take a lady spouse
and that was news that made him silent
but he didn't became violent.
He invited Cassian to a drinking night
to lessen his inner plight.
Suddenly Rhysand took of
and left Cassian to fetch his love
away from an unwanted wedding.
He summoned us to fix the bedding
in a room in his moonstone palace
there Feyre was to stay. So we did that
and spied on a thin lady in a fat
wedding gown. It was like a tent
and as such would fetch a nice rent.
It didn't suit her at all and some dick
who didn't knew about fashion it did pick.
Feyre went to her room and cried
she really was a sad bride.
Rhysand ordered a tasty breakfast for two
and we should pick a nice tea to brew.
So at dawn we knocked on her door
and introduced us as we hadn't done before.
We picked out some clothes as she did wash
and in the pool the water slosh.
Feyre went to eat with Rhys
as we pilfered that gown to trash
and gleefully burned it to ash.
She was returned and taken back
and Rhysand was eager to her track.
Finally she came to stay for good
so thin she needed proper food.
She was winnowed to Velaris to meet
the Circle and so unsteady on her feet.
Of course they all arrived to the town house
but Rhysand locked them out
and sent Feyre to bed. We waved to her to come
and of course she asked some questions but went numb
as I brushed her hair. At her request the curtains
were left open. She has hurting
inside and for ceartin carried a burden
of guilt. We fixed her some clothes
to pick among what she choose.
Rhys took her for a walk and dinner
as she really shouldn't get thinner.
She silently let me fix her hair
she really was such a dear.
Feyre stayed with Rhys in the town house
and he slowly teased and flirted to get close
to her. She was given her own Illyrian leathers
and after some weeks they fit all the better
as she kept her food down.
They were to visit the human land
and it was all carefully planned.
She was given a small crown
that Rhysand somehow kept around.
After some days they where back
and and in the Inner Circle Amren has the knack
to make me and my twin dissapear
when we put Combs into Feyre's hair.
As she slowly improved in spirit
and physics as she ate and trained it
was time to let out her clothes.
Once I saw Rhys flick her noose.
They were to visit Adriata in Summer
along with us and Amren.
It was fun to pack her her clothes
and some jewels and I and Cerridwin drew sticks
to decide who would Feyre pick
to tend to. My stick was longer
so to Feyre I had the honor
to tend. She selected her own gown
and to her it went down
that she looked soft and feminine
and still had the benefit
of wearing her Illyrian leathers when she wanted.
No one had the right to be affronted.
Feyre made Tarquin to agree to show
her his guarded and pized treasure trove.
I found out how he was to be dressed
and matched Feyre so he was impressed.
She was given a stunning black diamond necklace
and I think Rhysand was jealous.
We planned to set of the glimming black
and she wore dove gray. I saw Rhys mouth fell slack
and this was the last peaceful evening
for tonight we would go thieving.
They found the Book and went home
alive and sore but were to recieve some
blood rubies. No one knew about my twin
and me as we could vanish in thin air.
The High Lord mulled and brooded
about Tarquin and human Queens and concluded
that he needed to visit his other Court.
Sometimes he had them to assort
and pretend that he killed for sport.
Feyre listened and made a small snort.
Rhysand and she had a fight
and no one of them took that light.
Rhysand hid away but sent her a dress
for Starfall and Cauldron bless
when I was done she was dressed to impress
and kill. I started to have a small guess
that they might be mates! They left for a camp
for in the Illyrian mud tramp
and stayed away for some weeks
in those windblasted Ilyrrian peaks.
When they returned they were mated
and Hybern made one illfated
attack on Velaris. They were thwarted
and the Inner Circle transported
themselves to Hybern to retaliate.
The result wasn't great as the Cauldron was bait
and our High Lord lost his mate
back to Spring. O what unlucky fate
and her sisters were made Fae to
and acted about that with a lot of woo.
It turned out Feyre was a secret spy
and after some weeks she bade Spring good bye
and returned. She was our High Lady
and we greeted her with smiles
as she had fled and hiked for miles.
Our High Lord has a lot of crowns
and jewels that his ancestors owned
and he was only happy to had Feyre crowned.
We thought her sister to make bread
and she finally looked less dead.
So we dressed her for the High Lors summit
and oh may it was stunning.
Amren kept her hair short
so arrange it was no sport
and Morrigan always wore red
and prefered to tend her own head.
Now we had a High Lady and two sisters
and all of them had nice figures.
It was fun to dress them up as looks are weapons
to enchance with clothes and wield during sessions.
So they went to the summit and the Wall was gone.
All of Prythain went to war and won
even if it was a close run.
This was the last from me Nuala
as I must dress mylady for a gala!
Thanks for reading along
it is time to join the throng!