Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR or the ToG series, all rights go to Sarah J Maas

I walked down the mountain, following the priestess to a private alcove. I needed some time to think, because even though the war was over, things were anything but peaceful.

The High Lords had been breathing down our necks for weeks, watching our every move. Ever since they had saved Rhys's life, they seemed to fell that we owed them something. And they were just waiting for us to slip up so that they could have some sort of blackmail to make sure that the got what they thought we owed. Whatever that was.

That, plus the fact that we had been getting recent reports of human killings. Not just in Prythian, but all over the world. There were even rumors of fae taking human slaves. We sent Azriel to the main continent to see if it was true. It was. We disposed of the fae that had dared to take slaves, but we weren't stupid. We knew that now that someone had started it, it was going to happen again. And, due to the fact that the wall had fallen in Prythian, before spiking a chain reaction throughout the world, the fae rulers of the continent put it on us to rebuild the wall, to prevent more humans from being killed or taken as slaves. And because of the fact that the other High Lords thought that the Night Court owed them something, they put it on us to find a way recreate the wall. Well, almost all of the High Lords did. There was a vote, and four out of seven decided that the Night Court would deal with the problem. High Lord Tarquin and High Lord Helion argued that it would be best if all seven courts worked together to solve the problem, but to no avail.

So, I had decided to go to the library, partially because I wanted to think, and partially because I needed to get started on some research on how to put the wall back up.

I had decided that the best way was to find out how they did it the first time, five hundred years ago.

The priestess lead me to a small alcove near the base of the mountain, so far down that torches lined almost every wall so that I could actually see the step ahead of me.

The priestess gestured to a small pile of books left out for me to look through. I thanked her before sitting down and beginning to flip through pages.

I must have read for hours before I felt someone sit next to me. I jumped, having been so focused in my book that I hadn't realized when he had entered.

"Good book?" Rhys said, smirking.

I glared at him.

"Next time, could you tell me you are there before scaring the Cauldron out of me." I said accusingly, but without ire, having felt the adrenaline rush out of me.

"I did." he said. "Twice."

I looked at him skeptically.

He chuckled, before changing the subject.

"It's 10:00, and Mor, Cassain, and Az are waiting for us to go to Rita's. You coming?" he said

"I need to keep reading." I said. "I need to figure this out before we go."

"What are you reading?" he said, scooting closer, attempting to read the title from where it was hidden on my lap.

I lifted the book up to show it to him.

"The History of Prythian." I told him, "It says here that Prythian and Hybern used to be one territory, before, somehow, Hybern became it's own island eighteen thousand years ago."

"Really," he said, raising his eyebrows, "I didn't know that."

"And that is all I know for sure." I said, pissed. "Hours of reading, and that is it. This is the eighth book that I have looked at and all of the stories are conflicting, except for this one. They all agree that Prythian and Hybern used to be combined eighteen thousand years ago, but none of them can agree on what that place was called, or who ruled it. Some stories say that it had always been called Prythian, and Hybern took its name when it split. Others say the oppisite, that it used to be called Hybern, until that piece split then this place was renamed Prythian, while some say that it used to have a completely different name, and that 'Prythian' and 'Hybern' were terms given to it after they seperated." I stopped my ranting to rub my temples.

"I thought that you were supposed to be researching the wall that was created five hundred years ago, not eighteen thousand." Rhys said teasingly.

I glared at him again. He laughed again.

I sighed, looking back down to my book.

"Ah, ah." Rhys said, grabbing the book, " you've had enough for today."

"Give it back!" I yelled, laughing. He picked me up and through me over his shoulder. I struggled, but I couldn't escape.

"I know you," Rhys said, laughing, "and I know that if I leave you down here with this book, I am not going to see you until next week. We are going to Rita's, and if that means that I have to carry you out of here, I will. You can finish tomorrow."

"Alright, alright!" I exclaimed, still laughing, "I'll come, just put me down!"

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