*All the characters belong to Sarah J Maas, all that belongs to me is the story line.*
It was night. The stars were out, as usual, and the two of us were just sitting there, an hour of peace and quiet. They shined and sparkled against the canvas that was a shade of blue right before black, and a breeze slowly drifted through our estate.
It had been two and a half years since the war with Hybern, and everything had settled down more in Prythian. In those two years Rhys and I had done so much, and been through so much .We had gone on one of the biggest journeys of our lives. A child. Her name was Mauderis, after Rhys's sister.
Mauderis was just as mischievous as she could possibly be. Even though she was only a year old, Mauderis already was causing chaos with her powers. It probably had something to do with the fact that Rhys and I were the most powerful among the High Lords, and she definitely took after her father when it came to her playfulness. Mauderis loved to terrorize her Uncle Cassian and basically everyone else.
"Feyre." Rhys interrupted my thoughts as he looked at me, placing his hand in mind. "You, okay? I mean, I know with the stress of Mauderis, it can be hard."
"No, it's not that. I just can't believe it's been more than two years since that final day with know it's just-" One moment, I was looking into his gentle violet eyes. The next, I was at the front entrance of a stunning castle. It had opal towers that were covered in a light layer of snow. Fire illuminated from the windows, and I watched as two soldiers walked up to me.
"Why are you here?" The soldier looked me over, and I wondered what he saw. I was in a simple tunic and leggings, keeping it casual. However, I was Fae, and they were not. Was I in a mortal land I didn't know of? I racked my mind of the map I had studied while in Velaris, realizing this was not on it. I was all on my own.
"Respond to me!" He yelled this, unsheathing his sword. Suddenly, I had the urge to be reasonable. My powers were still flowing freely through my veins as I raised my hands up in surrender.
"I willingly submit myself to you, all I a chance to meet the person who runs this castle." My hands were in the air, and I wondered what would happen if I summoned my darkness. Would they run in fear? Or would they know what it was?
They took me with their hands, and I noticed something they unsheathed. Iron handcuffs. Did they really think that could hold me? A Fae? I must have had some surprised reaction of the cuffs, because the guard smirked as he shoved me forwards.
"You don't think we are prepared for some Fae woman?" He said in the most vicious voice, venomous and bathing in it. He put it around my wrists, and his smirk grew as he watched me shift in my cuffs. It was clenched around my wrist, and I wondered if I was suppose to feel it dampening my powers. Maybe it was laced with Fae bane or something. When they clicked around my wrists, however, I felt absolutely nothing. My magic still ran through my veins. I wished to summon my phantom talons and those Illyrian wings, just to show them my true colors. Instead, I played the damsel, like I had done when I was with Tamlin.
Now I had to wonder who I was going to meet.
A/N
Thanks for reading my FanFic, I've never written one before. I'll probably update in a week, even though I doubt anyone would ever read it, it means a lot if you even read this one chapter up to at least here! :) Sorry, I sound really desperate. Also, I know their first child was supposed to be a boy, but I kind of just wanted it to be a girl. It won't really matter much.
Anyways, Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it.
