Days passed I ached to see my love. Amarantha's relentless efforts to make me love her where infuriating. Amarantha had a party this night. I didn't expect to see Feyre, but I did. She walked next to Rhysand. As she walked to the dais where Amarantha and I sat. "Merry Mid-summer." Rhys said bowing. "What have you done to my captive?" she asked him. I gripped the arms of the throne where I sat. She looked ridiculous, but I would expect nothing less from Rhysand. "We made a bargain." Rhysand said. I saw him caress her face. If we got out of here alive, Rhys is on my list of people to kill. "One week with me at the Night Court every month in exchange for my healing services after her first task." He raised Feyre's left arm. A horrid tattoo was inked on her skin. "For the rest of her life." His glare was on Amarantha. I still gripped the throne as Feyre and Rhysand walked away. I saw Rhysand offer her wine. She declined. Clever. He offered it again and she took the goblet. I could barely stand to watch her dance with him. She looked like a drunken heathen. She danced Rhys. Not the kind of dancing Feyre and I danced on the solstice. She sat in his lap when she wasn't dancing, and he touched her, nothing below the waist. I thanked the cauldron for that much.
Every night after that consisted of Feyre drinking the wine, and dancing, but before the wine took hold of her mind, our eyes met and she didn't hide her love.
The next full moon it was time for my loves second trail Feyre stood before us. "Well Feyre, your second trail was come." Amarantha was smug. She knew that this task would kill Feyre. "Have you solved my riddle yet?" Feyre didn't respond. "Too bad, but I'm feeling generous tonight." Amarantha smiled. And the Attor chuckled. "How about a little practice?" Feyre cooled her features into neutrality. Just like I had. She glanced at me; I had been staring at her. I wanted to hold her, feel her skin, but I couldn't. A hiss echoed across the room. Feyre looked towards the direction it came. Amarantha was staring at me from her seat. "begin." She snapped. I saw the floor of where Feyre was standing began sinking, until she was in a large rectangular pit. She found my stare again and held it until she was lowered so far down that my face was gone from her point of view. Amarantha stood and motioned for me to follow. I did, only to watch my love.