I woke up next to Tamlin, he was still asleep. I sighed at sat up. I felt an arm on my shoulder. I wouldn't have given it a second thought, because I would have thought it was Tam. It was not. "What do you want Rhysand?" I asked the man. "It's time and you know it." Rhysand smiled and materialized beside Tamlin. Rhys leaned over and smiled at him, "he's so peaceful when he's sleeping don't you th," Rhysand was interrupted by Tamlin grabbing him by the throat. "Feyre, call off your pet." Rhys said without difficulty, to any normal human Tamlin's grip would have been fatal, but Rhys was fae, and it would only take an ash weapon to kill him, and I had been considering it.
I had been to the night court twice before now. Rhys was teaching me how to read, but I knew he was hiding something. He never told me why he stumbled backwards after Amarantha was beaten Under the Mountain. we walked into the great hall that I had grown accustomed to, "ok Feyre, this week I have planned something for everyday you are here, when your pet comes to get you, you will have hopefully learnt how to read, and control your powers…" he trailed off and looked off towards a wall. "Demil. Stop hiding and come out." He said as a father scold a naughty child, wait father? I stared at the wall and saw a movement. I jumped as a small figure came out of the shadows. "Yes high lord." The figure was still invisible to me, but I could catch a glimmer of some sort around a specific area. "Make yourself known before you scare my guest." Rhysand said. The figure materialized into a young boy, normally around the age of ten or eleven. I guessed he was much older than that though, "yes your highness" you boy said and bowed. The child had dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. "Feyre, this is my son, Demil." Rhysand said and turned to me. I blinked a few times and smiled at the child, "hello." I curtsied and nodded my head. Rhysand had a son? Since when? Where was he when Amarantha was still… by the cauldron, could this be her son?
Rhysand lifted his chin in the air and smiled, "Lyla, you as well." He said. I looked around for another child, but didn't see one. All at once the room got very cold and dark, well darker than usual. "What is going on?" I asked aloud. "Just wait, she likes to make an entrance." He replied in a curt laugh. The room returned back to its normal temperature and a toddler sat in front of Rhys. "Dada!" she screeched. "Feyre, this is my other child, Lyla." He said and lifted the child into his arms. "Any other offspring I should know about?" I asked. "yes." He said grimly. "Oh?" I said, a bit curious. "I have another daughter, Mashia. I haven't seen her for many hundreds of years though." He said with smoky eyes. "I'm sorry…" I said. His face lightened up, "its fine. At least now I don't have to worry about the children scarring you to death." He said.