Rhys POV

"Helion, we need to talk" I said, shooting a look at my mate, and walking off with him. I led him through a maze of passageway until we entered a study with a small desk. "Make yourself comfortable Helion, we might be here a while." I told him. I really didn't want to tell him like this, but I had to, otherwise he might find out in a much more dangerous way.

"What are you planning Rhysand? You better not threaten me."

"Quite the opposite my friend, for you might be at my throat in a minute." I told him calmly. I made my face neutral. "Do you know Lucien?" I decided to start there.

"Yes, nice young man I suppose, it's a shame he used to work for Tamlin."

" Indeed." I mumbled. " and do you know Beron's wife?" I said, looking him in the eye.

" what the hell?" he started, but then paused before finishing his sentence. He looked as if he was thinking, and then a look of realisation passed over his face. "Lucien." he breathed. "he's m-my son."

"Yes. I'm sorry that I was the one to tell you this, but you had to know before something bad happened." I patted his shoulder, which was a very new move for me.

" He… Is my heir then."

"Yes." I said quietly. I didn't want to get on his bad side. " I should go. You are welcome to stay here, or in a private bedroom, wherever, just don't be too heartbroken if he doesn't come around straight away. " I said. I hoped this wouldn't become some big fiasco. Helion looked at his hands.

" what have I done." he muttered. He looked at me. " should I tell Lucien?" I looked at him with pity, "Do what you think is right, but lucien has a fiery temper, be careful" I left him there, an shut the door. And went to look for Feyre. I spotted her, talking with Beron, looking really uncomfortable. One of his sons whispered in his ear, and he excused himself. I darted over before someone else could approach her.

" seems you're quite the celebrity." I smiled, and kissed her check. Her smile lit up the room.

"How was Helion?" she studied my face looking for answers. The way her eyes searched my face, it felt like she was looking right into me. She probably was.

" come, let's enjoy ourselves. No more wars right? We should be happy!" We linked arms, and dove into the party.

Helions POV

After Rhys had suggested I was Lucien's father, I just couldn't breathe anymore. It made perfect sense, we both shared the same nose and smile, and he always stood out from his brothers, in a way I could never put my finger on… until now. For the first time in my life since becoming High Lord, or being under Amarantha's rule I felt hopeless. I had absolutely no idea what to do. And Lydia! I still loved her, but I knew I could never be with her. If anyone found out, that snake- Beron, would do unthinkable things to her. I sighed. I stood up and left the study. The comforting smell of books disappearing. I needed to ask Lydia if he was my son, but I had no idea how I was going to get her away from that conniving snake long enough. I decided I would just need to rest. I saw Feyre, and made my way over. We exchanged formalities, and I then told her that I must go back to the Day Court to rest. She told me that she hoped that I would feel better soon, and wished me well. I had always liked Feyre, not as an interest, but more because she was a nice person. She and Rhys had never failed to surprise me every so often. I motioned to my court, and we filed out the door. I looked back, to see Beron at the door. He smiled at me. But it wasn't a friendly smile, it was more of a I-will-hunt-you-down-and-kill-you sort of smile. I sighed. He never learned did he?

Lucien's POV

I sat at the small mahogany desk in my room. I looked over papers, extremely bored. While reading, I began doodling. I drew a bird, a fox, and a sun. I checked the clock on the wall. The convention would be in full swing right now. I had decided not go, convention like these weren't really my thing. I also would rather not have to socialize right now. Before I could do anything, i heard a knock on my door. Elain's head peeked through the crack in the door.

"Are you busy? Can I come in?" she asked.

" Oh, of course, come in, not really busy anyways." She came in and plopped on the bed.

" why aren't you at the convention?" She asked, studying my face.

"They aren't really my thing, and for some reason, I just don't feel like socializing today."

"Oh," Elain said, "nevermind then." there was disappointment in her voice.

"What were you going to ask?" I said.

" I was going to see if you would come to the convention with me." She replied.

"Wait, I'll come, I just need to get changed" I jumped up from the desk, rattling the things on top of it. She giggled.

"I'll meet you downstairs." she said, closing the door behind her as she left. I started looking through my closet and mentally groaned, at the dire situation I had just put myself in. I found a shirt at the back of the closet. I had just sort of appeared there. I didn't recognize it, but it looked good, so I tried it on. Fit like a glove. Looking down at myself now, my pants didn't look shabby when they were with the nice shirt. I ran downstairs, to find Elain waiting for me. She was wearing a beautiful lavender gown. She took my breath away. When she walked towards me, I realised my mouth was hanging open. I quickly shut it.

"You look wonderful." I told her.

"So do you." she replied. She slipped her hand in mine, and we left the town house. We both then realised that neither of us could fly, so we strolled through Velaris, gazing at the stars that were beginning to show. When we finally got to the hall, We saw Helion and his court leave.

" Uh oh," I said. " I hope nothing happened while we were still at the townhouse." I said. Elain nodded in agreement. As we entered, I was surprised to see people actually enjoying themselves. Normally when all the courts gathered, it was very tense. I spotted Tarquin and Thesan chatting, and I saw Rhysand approach Beron. He looked over and saw me and Elain. He was scowling at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead 100 times over.

"How about some food? Elain asked changing the subject. She clearly saw the look that Beron gave me," I haven't eaten anything since this morning." I agreed, and we weaved our way through clumps of people, saying hello to some along the way. We reached the food table, and Elain piled her plate high. I only took a small bit of food. She noticed and grabbed my plate, piling food onto that too. I didn't argue. I was happy she was recovering and eating well. On my plate, I noticed that she picked my favourite foods. Our eyes met, and she beamed at me. I smiled back. I knew I couldn't pressure her about the mate thing, but she was just wonderful, and just wanted her to be happy. These past few months have been a nightmare for her with the cauldron thing, and then her fiance dumping her. I didn't want to add to the pressure.