AN: Hey guys. What you're actually hear to read this. First time writer here. I really wanted to see the three trials in actor from Rhys' POV, but couldn't find anything anywhere. So I wrote it myself. Hope you like. Please review.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the amazing Sarah J Mass. I don't own anything.

Walking along, the dark hallways I passed a couple of faeries, with blue lizard-like skin, talking among themselves. "Did you hear?" One sneered to the other.

"No. What happened?" His voice was raspy, eager for gossip. Shaking my head, disgusted, I walked faster.

"A human girl." I froze, mid stride. "An Attor found her. Brought her to Her Highness. Apparently she's the human filth Lord Tamlin choose to break the curse." My muscled, strong legs ate up the distance as I strode back and lifted the faerie of his feet by the neck, and pushed him against the wall. The other trembled before sprinting away.

The faerie in front of me, widened his eyes in terror and choked, clawing at my hand.

"What are you talking about?" I growled, in his face and baring my teeth. The faerie open his mouth, and I loosened my hand, just enough for him to speak. "A couple hours ago." He breathed. "The girl was brought to Her Majesty. The girl claimed she had come to take Lord Tamlin back." Oh Feyre, Feyre, Feyre. "The queen laughed in her face, but decided to take mercy on the human. Her Highness made a bargain. The girl participates in three challenges. If she survives all three, the curse will be broken and she can return to the Spring Court with the lord. Or if she finds the answer to Her Majesty's riddle. That will also mean they can go." Tightening my grip on his neck once again, I looked down at the stone ground, groaning. Feyre was suppose to be gone, safe! Anger, directed at me, coursed through my veins as I snapped the faerie's neck, his body slumping against the wall and walked away, panting.

Rolling of Amarantha, I plopped down, on her side. For a while, the sounds are of our panting, were the only thing I could hear. That and the pounding in my head. Feyre. Feyre. Feyre. Amarantha had ordered me to take her hard. Hard to enough to hurt. I didn't like it one bit—but I just couldn't get her out my head.

Turning my head to the side I said, "So, I heard about the human." I tried to keep my voice casual. Key word: tried.

She turned her head, her face glowing in the small light coming from the few lit candelabras, placed around the huge chamber. "What about the human?" Her voice was cautious, her black, narrowed eyes dark against her red-gold hair.

"Nothing," I said to quickly. Damn. "What are you planning to do with her?" She smirked.

"Why should I tell you? It's my secret." Amarantha gave me sweet, evil smile. Bitch.

I sigh. "What are the challenges? Answer to the riddle?" My voice is getting eager, despite my every effort to stop that.

She tsked, "What's the fun in telling you. You'll just have to wait till the full moon, to see, I guess." She pecks me on the lips before turning over. Her breath evens out minutes later.

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I let myself think about home, my family. What are they doing right now? Do they miss me? If I were with them, I would've asked whether or not they liked Feyre. But I couldn't ask them. All because of Tamlin's pride and Amarantha's need for revenge. I clenched my teeth at the thought.

My clothes back on, I padded out the room. Taking an exist, I climbed to the top of the mountain peak, and looked at the stars, letting the memories of Velaris, wash over me, for one last time.

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