IFeyre dreaded the day. The sun shone on the vibrant, green grass and the flowers sat still in their beds.
Everything was so plain. Too bright, without texture. She had been there for three weeks now, and it killed her.
She had not heard from Rhys in this time. No letters, no vile gifts for Tamlin, and no feeling or words in her mind. She understood, have contact would be a dangerous move now.
So it has all been quiet, and she was only waiting. "Feyre." The firmilliar voice cam from behind her. She plastered on a smile, then turned around to see Lucien stand there. "Are you ready to go?" He asked. Feyre nodded.
He led Feyretowards the front gates of the estate, where a grand carriage waited. "Why do we need the carriage?" Feyre asked sweetly, the smile on her faceinnocent.
Lucien looked back at her, his metal eye pinning me down. His other eye, russet, was bright and vibrant. But laced in it was sadness. Sheknew he missed Elain. "It is required for you Feyre. Why, do you expect something else?"
Feyre pushed the subject. "Couldn't I just ride there like everyone else?"
"No." Lucien said. "Tamlin will be in there with you."
Tamlin had really been trying after Feyre returned home. There were no guards, with the exception of Lucien, and Feyrewas allowed in the woods. She has happier than she expected, but she still longed for the NightCourt, for Rhys.
"Of course." Feyre said. She climbed in to carriage, Luciens arm there for support. The simple, green and flowing dress was easy to fit in the carriage, and Feyre decided that that was the best part of her day so far.
Soon enough, Tamlin joinder her in the carriage. He wore simple cloths, the same kind Feyre first saw him wear. That was when he loved him, that was not her anymore. "Feyre." He said in greeting, raisin her hand to his lips and kissing them softly. Feyre
/plastered on a smile. "You look beautiful." He said, smiling.
"You too." Feyre said back. "Where are we going?" She really had no idea. The only information she was told was; 'get dressed you're going out.' Of course, going out could also mean ten steps out the gates.
Tamlin smiled and look ahead, where his men climbed in their elegant horses and prepared the go. Lucien was up the front, leading the way. "We're going to a small village of High Fae for a visit." That was all he said, then he barked an order for his
/mean to go. The carriage began moving, and Feyre let her face slip into how she really felt, lonely.
Tamlin didn't notice, he looked ahead. Looking for any attacks, Feyre supposed. It was going to be a long ride. A ride through green trees that all look the same. A ride through flowers that all smelled the same.
A ride that made Feyre feel the same.
But she made a promise. She would find a way to stop the king, and if this was the only way right now, traveling to a small village, then she would do it.
Sometime later...
Feyre' mind had been switched off for the past few hours now, thinking of nothing. But when she felt a tapping on her thigh, she snapped out of it. "Feyre, we're here." Tamlin said from beside me.
Feyre looked ahead, paying attention. She took back the urge to snarl. The 'village' was large. The houses were white marblewithvines limping upthe walls, like smaller versions of Tamlin Manour. The villages streets were cobblestone
and wide, small shops in a row.
The High Fae that lived there were beautiful. Tanned skin, shiny hair and bright eyes. Glimmering jewlry, cloths and smiles.
Feyre genuinely smiled, she was somewhere else, a change of scenery and people. Maybe she could be not unhappy for the next few days.
She hoped.
Hey guys! I stated writing this, but just to let you know this is only a small project. I am not dedicating myself to it, sorry. But that doesn't mean I will not be continuing it, so be sure to keep a lookout for that!