Chapter 2
Nesta
I sat in the fetal position and cried until I had no tears left in my body. I was bone dry, but still felt like bawling my eyes out. My father was dead. Dead. The bastard king of Hybern killed, him. He brought a whole army of mortal men to fight with as a way to win back our love but he never realized that I loved him all along. And I never got to tell him that. He would never get to see how happy Feyre is with Rhys, he would never get to see Elain's beautiful gardens, he would never get to meet Cassian.
Cassian. The stupid prick who occupied almost all of my thoughts. As much of an annoying fae male he is, I have to admit, I enjoy his company. I just wish he wouldn't look at me the way he does. It's like he sees me for who I am. And it makes me afraid.
That's the one thing I'm truly afraid of. What if someone learns who I truly am on the inside and they don't like me? Perhaps that's the reason why I seem so distant to everyone. It's harder for me to be my true self in front of anyone except Elain.
I began crying again, completely content to drown myself in my own tears, when there was a knock at my door.
"Go away, whoever you are," I snapped. My words didn't have as much bite as I wanted them to.
"It's me," a sweet voice said on the other side. Elain.
"Come in," I croaked. My voice was too hoarse from crying to manage much more than that.
"I brought you a rose, I thought maybe you wanted to talk?" Elain smiled slowly as she entered the room. Always thoughtful, always graceful.
"There's a vase over there," was my only answer. Elain silently moved across the room and placed the rose in the vase.
"Nesta…" she paused. "I know that you're upset that dad is gone, and so am I, but I think it's a bit of a waste to spend all our days sitting around. Dad would have wanted us to be happy,"
"I - I can't just get over him so easily. It's easy for Feyre, she wasn't as close to him, no one understands. I'll never just accept the fact that he's dead,"
"Do - do you want to talk about it?"
"No,"
"Ok... well if you do, just know that I'm always here," Elain explained as she left the room as gracefully as she had come in. No one understood that it wasn't just that my father was dead, it was that I should have been there to help. I was his oldest daughter, and I failed him.
I began to cry again, unable to control myself. It was all my fault. I could never get over the loss.
"Knock knock," a male's voice sounded outside the door. I groaned. Why didn't Cassian just take a hint and leave me alone?
"Leave me be, you prick," I scowled as he sauntered in, cocky grin as always.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't do that," Cassian smirked.
"Why?" I said through gritted teeth.
"I have orders from my high lady to get you out of this room. Whatever the cost,"
"Don't you have better things to do? Like command an army?"
"I'll always make time for you," he crooned quietly blowing hot air my her ear. I swore and Cassian laughed.
"Shameless flirt,"
"Glad you noticed. Now are you going to come willingly, or am I going to have to find more creative ways to get you out?" Cassian raised his eyebrows, a silent demand. Cursing, I stood up and brushed my hands on my dress. Cassian's eyes darted up and down my body.
"What are you looking at?" I scoffed.
"Have you even changed clothes since we've returned to Velaris?"
"Why do you care?"
"I'm not taking you out like this, you smell horrible. I'll wait for you to clean up. I have all the time in the world,"
"Prick," I seethed as she stomped into my closet to find something to wear. The next time I see Feyre, I'm to kill her for making me spend time with this cocky male.
"Wear something short… and tight," Cassian yelled through the closed closet door. I opened it a crack and gave him a vulgar gesture. He just laughed and gave me one in return. It was going to be a long day.
To be Continued…
