Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews! You guys are the best! I just want to let you know I've been having a lousy week and every time I see your reviews they cheer me up so much.

Also, I wasn't exactly sure what type of story this was when I published the first chapter, but I would just like to say this will be romance, tragedy, drama (I'm a HUGE drama writer) and probably other various themes.

I would also like to say in response to most of the reviewers, I'm trying to get as much written as possible, but like I mentioned before, I have been very busy lately and I have limited time on the computer. But I promise to at least update every week, two weeks latest.

Here's the next chapter.

I woke with a pounding headache. I was back in my bedroom in Velaris. It looked like evening had just fallen over the city. When I tried to move, I found that I couldn't move my right arm very well. My back also felt very stiff. Not to mention the pounding in my head.

Rhys I called out to his head. What's happening to me?

Five seconds later the door burst open, and Amren, followed by Rhys ran in.

"Feyre you're awake!" Amren exclaimed. "How could you be so stupid? We were so worried!" I was actually surprised to see that Amren cared so much.

"How long was I asleep?" Amren glanced at my stomach, then at Rhys, then back at me.

"Feyre, you've been sleeping for about a week now," Rhys answered. "The bloodbane went right into your system, but we're assuming you have healing powers from the Dawn Court since you're still alive right now." I assumed that this should be good news, but the way Rhys said it made it sound like a bad thing. And they were both still staring at my stomach.

"What is it?" I asked uncertainly. Amren and Rhys turned to each other slowly. Rhys' expression said Do I have to? And Amren's said, I'm not going to be the one to break the news to her.

Rhys took in a deep breath. "You are still alive, but not healed completely. Some of the bloodbane somehow got stuck in certain places in your body. It isn't life threatening right now, but it may if we don't find a cure soon. The good news, though, is any stiffness you are feeling right now will eventually go away." I glanced down to the place they kept staring at.

"What's wrong with my stomach? And― wait, did you say you don't have a cure yet?" Amren nodded solemnly. My heart skipped a beat.

"Not yet but we're working on it. And as for your stomach…" I lifted my shirt to see a huge scar right below my right ribs. "One of the arrows pierced through. It barely missed any internal organs. We were surprised you didn't notice it before." My mouth tasted sour, and hands clenched the sides of the bed. I had enough scars already. And I knew this one would be permanent.

Rhys was looking at me with concern flashing in his violet eyes. "Feyre, you lost a lot of blood. The healer did her best, but it wasn't much. You should rest." Amren nodded once and then left. Rhys turned to leave, but for some reason, I didn't want him to go yet.

"Wait," I called. He stopped right in front of the door and then turned slowly to face me. "Yes, Feyre?"

"Can you― Do you think you could stay with me for a while?" He stared at me, with a look on his face that I couldn't quite place. But I was tired of people staring at me, so I just waved my hand at him. "Never mind."

"No, no, it's fine. I was just sort of… surprised." He gave me a small smile and then walked to the edge of my bed and sat down. I toyed with the sheets in my hand, stealing glances at him every once in a while, until I couldn't take the silence anymore.

I said, "You were going to tell me something that night," at the exact same time he said "I got something for you." We both looked at each other and then laughed a little.

"Alright, sorry," Rhys said. "You first."

"Well, that night," I replied, clutching my stomach. Rhys eyes flashed but he said nothing. "You were going to say something before…" I couldn't bring myself to continue.

"Ah, yes," Rhys drawled, obviously trying to buy time before replying. "Well, maybe what I wanted to show you will explain it." He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it in front of me. I gasped. It was the ring that I had gotten from the Weaver.

"Feyre, I love you. I've loved you ever since you hurtled that bone at Amarantha after you had defeated the Middengard Wyrm. I knew right then that I didn't want to ever be separated from you. Will you do the honor of becoming my wife, and High Lady of the Night Court?"

It was my turn to stare. Rhys. Rhys really did love me. And he wanted me to marry him. "Oh Cauldron, Rhys, I don't―I can't… I have no idea what's happening right now." I laughed hysterically, putting my hand over my mouth, and trying not to cry. "You really do love me."

"Yes, yes I do." I finally recognized that look in his eyes. Love. And lust. "Please Feyre. Not being with you is tearing me apart. Please."

"I thought there couldn't be a High Lady," was my stupid response. "But never mind," I quickly said before he could respond. "I think―no. I know that I love you, and would be honored to become your wife and High Lady." I slid onto his lap and kissed him, ignoring the protest of my aching muscles. And I realized as I said it, it really was true.

Rhys slid his hands down to my thighs as he deepened the kiss, squeezing slightly. I felt like a completely new person. Born free and loved. It felt different from when I was with Tamlin. He never understood me completely. But Rhys did. And I understood him.

I woke in Rhys' arms, his warm wings surrounding me. I quietly got out of bed and stepped over my dress that was laying on the floor. Grabbing my robe, I flung it on and walked to the balcony.

The crisp night air felt like home. The silent streets seemed to be welcoming my presence. Everything was perfect. Except…

I looked back inside at Rhys, still asleep. There was something different about him. Or maybe me. I could feel something new inside me, like a stream of electricity rolling through my veins. And then, I realized that I knew what it was all along. I ran over to him and punched him in the face, jolting him awake.

"Wha― Feyre, Wha― What?" I growled at him and tried punching him again. But this time he blocked it.

"You prick! You are a complete bastard!" I screamed.

"Feyre, What are you talking about?" He was so confused. He was confused?

"I'M YOUR MATE AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME?" Understanding flashed in his eyes, then guilt, and then sorrow.

"I didn't know how to tell you." That was it. That was his freaking explanation.

I dropped to my knees, pulling at my hair, darkness erupting from me. Somewhere, Rhys was trying to get to me, just as Alis did once. But this was different. I had been blind with Tamlin. I had been blindsided by Rhys. I couldn't take any of this anymore. I couldn't even feel anything.

But I had winnowed before I even realized what I was doing.

A cool breeze blew past my face. The scent of flowers hit my nose. My body stiffened. The thought of where I might be when I opened my eyes sent dread through my body. But I guess I already knew.

My eyes flashed open and revealed to me the twilight lit fields of the Spring Court.

If you really like this, check out me and my friend's blog (I'm called "Feyre" and my friend is "Jo.") To get to it, type acourtofwordsandbooks with a space at the end into google. No spaces in between. It should be the first website that pops up. We don't have a lot up yet, but we will be doing a bunch more stuff with ACOTAR and ACOMAF soon!

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