I am sorry for such the late update. I had to finish finals and didn't have time to update the story. Also, I am sorry if this chapter seems a bit choppy, I had a really good idea that needed to start to transition into the story (Calanmai) but I rushed it in a bit too quick. Next chapter will make up for it! I hope its cold where you are because next chapter is going to get HOT! Thanks for understanding.

**Feyre POV**

I looked at Rhysand across the breakfast table. He was dressed in sparing leathers. It showed off his beautifully sculpted arms. He caught me staring and grinned. He lifted up his arm flexing it. "Scared for your lessons? I can put on a proper shirt if this is too distracting."

"Rhysand. I don't like you in that way." I said, tearing my eyes away from him.

"Is that so?" Rhysand asked, his brows high.

"Yes." My cheeks were definitely pink.

"We'll see." He said quietly. I shot him a glare that usually sent people running.

After finishing breakfast I nervously followed him outside to the sparing grounds.

"The first thing you need to learn," He purred as he walked behind me, "Is how to defend yourself." He reached his hands around my body and lifted my arms up. I shifted uncomfortable to see his face, his usual flirty flare in his eyes wasn't there. I relaxed a bit as he showed me how to move away from oncoming blows. He tapped my head and sides and I was supposed to move away from his touch. Although he was going slow, I wouldn't have been able to keep up with his poking if I had been human.

"Good." Rhysand would say every once in awhile, breaking my concentration. He explained how to strike with my fists and what were the best places to strike. I laughed when he said he needed to explain it to me, but really, there was a lot of knowledge to learn.

"When it's a life threatening situation, knowledge can be just as valuable as knife." He said with ice in his eyes.

He taught me how to flip someone over my back and sweep their feet away. He showed me how to sit on someone so they couldn't squirm away. He showed me how to get someone off if they were sitting on me. When he showed me this I continuously sat on his midsection, far away from his groin. Even as I was on his stomach, I noticed his uneven breathing, but was more focused on keeping my own heart beat steady.

***Rhysand's POV***

For the next two days I had painstakingly trained Feyre. She had learned to fight with her fists but was still quite far away from any sort of weapon other than a bow. Although she advanced quick enough, she often stumbled with her new body. All the physical contact was hard, each time she touched me another layer of my self control had been torn to shreds. When I wasn't helping Feyre, I was stuck with my council deciding last minute decisions for Calanmai. It was the Night Court's turn to host the ceremony. It was the day before the ceremony and I was sitting with Feyre at lunch.

"Sir. Your are needed. A foreign ambassador has come to speak with you about the celebration. He says its urgent." A servant said.

"Okay, I will attend to him after lunch." I said waving him away.

"What celebration?" Feyre asked.

"Calanmai." I said, I noticed her cheeks redden at the mention. Was it because of our first time meeting?

There was a large boom as the doors to the dining room burst open. I stepped in front of Feyre.

"Lucien!" I heard her gasp.

"Step out the way Rhysand." He growled. "She is not yours to protect."

"What are you doing here Lucien?" I asked, willing my emotions to a steadfast calm.

"I am here to take Feyre home before Calanmai." He said, not breaking his stride as he neared us.

"You know I can't allow that." I said putting my hands up. "Lucien, don't come any closer." I warned. He snarled and continued to edge closer. I willed my mind towards his and he stopped dead in his tracks. Guards appeared out of the shadows. "Lucien you shall wait in a conference room until I am ready to deal with you." I nodded and the guards stepped back into the shadows. I slowly turned toward Feyre.

"What does this mean?" She whispered quietly.

**Feyre POV**

"What does this mean?" I whispered quietly.

"I don't know. Feyre I need to speak with my council. Feel free to visit Lucien and calm him down." Rhysand said, rubbing his temples. He stepped through the shadows before I could say anything else. Another shadow guard appeared and offered me his arm.

"To Lucien?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Hello Feyre." Lucien said, his head was in his hands.

"Lucien! What happened? Why did you come?" I asked touching his arm.

"Calanmai." He said.

"What about it? Where is Tam?" I asked.

"Tam sent me, if he had come… It would have been an act of war. And many lives of the Spring Court would have been lost."

"Well I would assume that both sides would have lives lost." I said quietly, more to myself.

"Rhysand could easily defeat Tamlin and half his court before draining his magic." He said shaking his head.

"Rhysand is more powerful than Tam?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"Feyre." Lucien said shaking his head. "Before the Spring Court, before the Winter of Autumn Court… What do you think there was?" I didn't answer. "There was Day… And Night." I shuddered.

"Why do I need to return?" I asked slowly, trying to forget the times I let Rhysand slip past my guard.

"Because… When it's time for Rhysand to choose his mate, war horns will ring throughout the Spring Court." He said.

Lucien thinks that Rhysand will pick me, I though. I stopped, the world stopped. I was not to leave until dawn, that was after the ceremony. I looked at my arm, realizing what I must do to stop the evident slaughter that lay ahead if I didn't.