Hey guys! This is a new FanFic that I have just started writing/creating, and thought I should maybe give you a taster. One or two more final things: I'm open to any reviews, whether they're nice reviews, critical reviews, or helping out with some spelling mistakes I've missed, just anything. And also, if you haven't already, check out my other FanFic, A Throne of Lies and Hurt!
P.S: This is set about 200 or so years after SJM's latest ACOTAR book, and is seen via Feysand's lovely daughter: Daemati. Happy reading, people!
The wind pushes me forward through the air almost lovingly as I flew over the top of the Court of Nightmares, my strapless, tight fitting and floor length black dress with silver trim billowing softly out behind me. I glide into the courtyard smoothly, dodging the looming, skeletal gates with ease, and land like a feather in front of the gleaming doors. I hear slight thuds behind me, and my the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court walk in front of me, their wings flaring out behind them, and then closing them with a slight snap. The High Lady's unbound hair fluttered out behind her like silk in the wind, her dress a stark white with gold thread (exact opposite to mine), pooling around her, while the High Lord's short hair was pushed back by the wind, his black shirt and pants clinging to his muscled frame.
They stood side by side, placing me in between their shoulders, then flanking me, was the best two Illyrian fighters, who were also the Night Court's General, and the Court's Shadowsinger; Cassian, and Azriel. We all fell into an arrowhead position, myself in the middle of these brilliant High Fae and warriors, and then the Morrigan came forward to complete the point. Mor turned slightly and glanced in Rhys' violet eyes.
"Ready to go?"
"Yes Mor." Rhys turned to me. "You ready, Warrior?"
I nodded sharply, and grinned. "Dad," I addressed him. "I've practiced over what I have to do, and who I have to become."
Rhys nodded with a laugh, and Mor turned sharply, lifting her chin, and strutted up to the doors and pushed them open. Her footsteps echoed around the walls, making all of ours combined sound like a small army had come. Another set of door stood in our way, and Mor hesitated as she placed her hands on them. The High Lady placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Mor took a confident breath and the Lady took her hand off, just before Mor pushed the doors open, and the Night Court's Inner Circle had officially entered the Court of Nightmares.
As the doors opened, the rooms temperature turned frosty and edgy. Mor prowled forward, and everyone dropped their eyes. I scanned the room as I had been trained, and I saw her father quickly scrambling up and off Rhys' throne. I caught his gaze, and I glared daggers, baring my teeth at him. He started, and dropped eyes, and fell to his knees quickly. I smirked at his form, and flicked my eyes over the crowd, smirking at everyone as they dropped to their knees before our might. We still stalked forward, Mor leading the way to the thrones. Mor got to her father, sneered at him silently, and stepped over him before bowing down to us.
Cassian and Az stood quietly at the bottom of the platform, and watched as the three of us continued up the steps. I looked at the thrones again, and stepped towards my own, on the right hand side of my mother and father's shared throne. We turned around to face them, and my father motioned for me to sit, before he sat down and my mother sat in his lap. Already caught in the act, I propped my head on my fist and stared blankly at the sea of bodies in front of us. Cassian and Az turned around, happy that we were ready, and crossed their arms over their chests.
My father started to frolic around with my mother, and I knew with embarrassment that none of it was entirely faked. I sighed noisily, playing the annoyed and dramatic teenager, crossed my legs, and started to clean my nails. Rhysand's eyes casually travelled over to mine, huffed, and muttered out "Rise.". The court rose as one, and looked to the High Lord for the next instructions.
"Keir, come." Rhys' eyes were cold and distant. "The rest of you, go away and play." Rhys grinned shark-like.
The people of the Court of Nightmares obeyed, and Keir walked forward and grovelled to my parents, completely ignoring me. A snap rang throughout the room, and Keir cried out and recoiled back, a blazing red welt covering the left side of his face. My mother loomed above Keir, baring her teeth in a feral snarl.
"Do not ignore my daughter, Keir," She hissed. "Or you'll get something worse then a slap." Feyre smiled cruelly. "Maybe I'll take away your favourite part as the next punishment…" Keir blanched.
Keir then turned to me with fear and disgust mixing up an earthquake on his eyes, and I turned my head away, bored and I saw him bristle out of the corner of my eye. I swung my head around and leapt toward him, snapping my teeth close to his neck. Keir stumbled back, blood welling from the small bite, and I grinned at him, and let him watch as his blood trickled slowly down my chin.
Mor sneered at her father, and smiled happily at me. I smiled back at Mor, and flashed an angelic smile in Kier's direction before swaggering back to my throne. The entire room had frozen when I had lashed out at Keir, and now you could hear my slight footsteps echoing around the silent hall. I could feel all their petrified eyes plastered to my back, and I could smell their fear easily. I could even scent that a few had shat and pissed themselves, to my disgust and characters delight. I plopped back into the seat and looked over at my mum and dad with a girlish smile.
They smiled back at me, and I saw that my dads eyes were filled with pride. Then they turned back to face Kier, and their smiles evaporated instantly. I sighed again, and got up and prowled off the throne platform. I strode into the mingling crowd, and let everyone see my wings. I felt Cassian break off and follow me. The crowd parted as I stalked through the room, the crowds eyes glued to my wings in horror and fear, and I was sure Cassian's looming figure wasn't helping. I got to the edge of the room, and turned sharply, giving Cassian a sly and sexy smile.
Cassian stepped towards me, returning the smile, while slowly raking his gaze up and down my figure. I beckoned for him with a cocked finger, and he advanced on me. I pressed myself up against the wall, just as Cassian reached me.
"All an act, right?" He purred in a whisper, though his eyes reflected another emotion faintly.
"Just an act," I whispered as my heart fluttered faintly. I had had a crush on Cassian for a while now, and now I think it was turning into more than a crush.
Cassian then stepped forward and kissed me passionately, hands moving around my body. One of his hands found its way around my waist, and he pulled me closer, moulding our bodies together, while the other hand stroked my sensitive wings. I groaned in his mouth, and he laughed softly and trailed his lips down my jawbone and down my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I hissed, gulping in air quickly, while my heart thumped in my chest.
Silence had overcome the court, and I opened my eyes to see why. The court had stopped, and everyone was staring at the thrones as my parents both looked at Keir as he writhed in pain, unable to cry out. I was drawn to my mum's face, as a slow smile was spreading over her face. I tugged at Cassian, and he twirled to face the thrones.
"How rude if you to say that, Keir," my father purred. "How so very rude…".
Rhysand then smirked at Keir, and I shot to my mothers side, dagger in hand, and sliced downwards. My mum then allowed the court to hear Keir's unearthly scream of pain as I cleanly cut through the bone and muscle of Keir's left hand. A feminine scream cut through the air as the hand limply fell to the polished floor. I set my face into a stone cold statue, and listened to Kier whimpering in pain behind me as I turned to face my father.
"I'm bored, Daddy." I huffed loudly, making sure everyone could hear. "Can we go home already? You said that there would be entertainment here, and more blood loss."
My dad laughed and stood, laying his arm over my shoulders and mums. "Let's go. We have everything we needed anyway."
He then pressed a kiss on my forehead, and together the High Lady and Lord of the Night Court left the Court of Nightmares, with their Inner Circle trailing them, promising silent death to anyone who stepped out of place.
