A/N: After reading ACOMAF, I was left unsatisfied with Tamlin and his... unfulfilled relationship status and came up with this! I hope you read and review. I really don't care if you flame or love. Feedback is feedback and I'm not sensitive. I know I'm a horrible write.

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"Rhys, it's a good idea."

"I don't care if it is or not, Feyre isn't ready to come home. The anger and desperation was clear in his voice.

Cassian and Rhysand had being arguing over Feyre's homecoming for days now and it was all because of me.

Well, half of it was me. The other half was Rhys going crazy over not having his mate near him yet needing her to be his spy in the Spring Court.

I had finally had enough of watching my High Lord and his Commander, and mine for that matter, go at it like children. Taking a step forward, I felt both male's attention snap toward me.

"If I may be so bold, my Lord, to suggest that it might be in everyone's best interest to bring Feyre home now. Both of you seem to be suffering from the separation and," I glanced at Cassian, "We are thoroughly prepared for Hybern, should they attack us tomorrow."

The High Lord only growled at my words. I took a step back from the wrath in his eyes. In a smooth move, Cassian stepped between us.

"Rhys, Stellar is our greats strategist. She has everything in place for any and all things that could go wrong." The big male put a hand on his High Lord's arm. "Don't be a prick, Rhys, and let us bring our Lady back."

I didn't understand Cass' words, but I was loyal to my court and my High Lord who ensured the safety of his courts during a hostile take over. Rhysand was also my savior and I would do anything for him, including infiltrating the enemy to bring his mate back.

It wasn't entirely for unselfish reason that I had volunteered for this task. While no one would suspect a lowly Illyrian woman seeking an audience with the High Lord of the Spring Court, something was drawing me to the territory. The feeling had been growing ever since Feyre had left us. I was just bidding my time and proving myself to Rhysand.

Cassian may have complete faith in me, but I knew Azriel and Rhysand needed more convincing, but I was Cassian's second. He often came to me to figure out the best strategies for the mighty Night Court armies, for I was the uncontested best strategist in all of the Night Court.

Rhys turned around and started pacing. "Feyre herself has said that she wasn't ready to leave, but something is wrong with her."

I stepped forward again and offered, "Then let me go check up on her." I looked to Cassian and then Azriel. "You send me in with some of Azriel's spies, and I'll check on Feyre personally, I…"

"Tamlin will know something is up. He knows about Illyrians." Violet eyes looked pointedly at my wings. "Illyrians only hail from the Night Cour, or have you forgotten that, Stellar?" I shook my head.

I offered a quick bow of my head. "No, my Lord, I did not forget such a thing." I kept my eyes downcast against the fury I knew was brewing in those star flecked eyes. "There is a way to overcome Tamlin's natural mistrust of me." Daring to raise my eyes, I was met with such violent violet eyes.

"Go on."

I sighed, bracing myself for the full might of Rhysand's powers. "I offer my allegiance to him and a few… tidbits about the Night Court. Not anything valuable, of course." I flung my hands out in front of me to placate Rhys' rage as it started to build to its climax.

Cassian, for all he was, looked unfazed by Rhys' awesome display of power, and finally came to my rescue. "Grow up, Rhys. We offer up certain locations of the more brutal Illyrian training camps, some of our more bold, if impractical strategies, and where the Prison is, and he should take the bait.

Cassian's words had me forming a complete plan; picking out the camps that could withstand an assault, which included the one I personally hailed from, my own more radical military ideas, and the exact location of the Prison. I may have been to the Prison once and it would be an experience I would never forget. While everyone knew of the Prison, the exact location was only for certain people, which made it the perfect piece of information.

Overall, it wasn't a hard plan, but it had me nervous and I hated it for that one fact. There was too many factors that could make this mission a complete failure and failure was not something I tolerated. Ever. One of those factors included…

"Feyre…"

"Will know what to do."

I gave my High Lord a deep bow. "Of course, my Lord Rhysand. Please forgive my if I offended." Politics had always bored me, but I wouldn't risk the happiness of my High Lord.

"Knock that stuff out, Stellar." Rhys waved impatiently at me. "We don't have time to beat around the fucking bush. Besides," his cunning, violet eyes cut to Cassian, "Cassian trust you, and you seem to trust him. Bad idea, I might add, my dear. He is full of himself." I almost died in shocked until Rhys flashed his Commander a toothy grin. "

"Prick." Cassian shot back and shook his head. "It's not like I need mirriors to look at myself every day just to see how gorgeous I am. Besides, you would be too if you were about to lose your wings."

Grief washed over both Rhysand and myself. To lose ones wings was tantamount to dying. There was no life for an Illyrain without their wings. Just considering never tasting the skies again made me flinch away from such a prospect.

"Regardless, Stellar and I will draw up a formal plan and have it ready fro you by first light."

The look Rhys shot Cassian was filled with both annoyance and fondness. "Would you rest, you stupid, arrogant prick? Nesta will have my balls if she found out about this." He looked between the two of us, saw our firm resolve in completely this planning as quickly as possible, and sighed. "It's on your head if she ever found out." With that, the High Lord of the Night Court vanished into thin air.

A smile cracked on my face as I turned toward my commander. "That went better than we thought it would."

Cassian only smirked. "I knew it would."