Heya!

Sorry, the last chapter was really short, but I wanted a good place to end it, I guess.

Not much of an AN this time, I'll just get right into it.From now on, the story will pretty much be told from Feyre's POV, just like in the original.

Also, apologies for typos. I'm doing this on my phone, and it is not going well, as you can probably imagine.

DISCLAIMER: I WISH I OWNED ACOTAR, BUT I REALLY DONT.

Feyre POV

I feel a blinding pain in my left leg as we winnow, and I know I've been hit. But nothing in hell would make me drop these wings. So I hold on. Tight.

I don't even realise we've landed until I hear Mor shout my name, Lucien curse, and feel myself drop to the floor.

Everything goes black.

I wake up in a bed.

Warm.

Safe.

Home.

But... where is everyone?

I'm in Rhy's bedchamber. My bedchamber. And from the look of it, there are a lot of bandages on my leg.

Ow. That hurt. A lot. What the hell did that bastard Tamlin even hit me with? I didn't know he possessed magic like that.

Yet another thing he kept me in the dark about.

I drag myself out of bed, practically crawling. My leg must have pretty much healed; I send a silent prayer to High Lord of Dawn for that gift. I turn and stare at the sun rising over Velaris.

Home.

I'm home.

But really; where is everyone?

A thought hits me so suddenly it's like a slap across the face. Nesta and Elain. Where are they? Are they alright?

And... Rhys. Is he here? I-

"He most certainly is."

I have never turned so fast in my life.

Leaning against the doorframe with that unending swagger... I swear he gets more beautiful every time I see him. And his voice...

A broken sob escapes me as I fall to my knees, and put my head in my hands. My tears fall freely down my face.

Before I even take my next breath, he is there, kneeling in front of me. He gently pulls my hands away from my face, and kisses each tear away, before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I throw my arms around his neck, and in one elegant motion, Rhysand sweeps me off the floor and into his arms. I press my face into the crook of his neck, tears still flowing.

He just sits on the bed, holding me in his lap.

And I feel my heart crack as I turn to him and see that...

Rhys is crying too. And he looks up at me.

"Thank you."

He doesn't have to tell me what he means.

"For finding the wings... Getting them out." Another crack in my heart.

"Her name was... Fira. And I loved her... so much."

Fira. Fire.

Crack.

"And I couldn't save her."

Crack.

"And I miss her everyday."

I think my heart is about to shatter.

His little sister.. butchered. At the hands of the male I had loved. I had slept with.

I have never hated myself more than I do right now.

How I had loved him... I had called Rhysand such things... I had been taught to hate Rhys. Because Tamlin saw me as a vulnerable, damaged object.

Rhys... he sees me as a person. A female. And he loves me. He doesn't want to take advantage of me, or use me...

It's always my choice.

And it always will be.

A few hours later, we make our way downstairs, hand in hand, into the living room. I'm still limping slightly, but I'm trying not to. The look in Rhys' face when he saw what Tamlin had done to me... I don't want to see that look again for a long time.

Mor takes one look at me and launches herself off the sofa. Next thing I know, her arms are tightly around my neck. I return the hug, and I realise just how much I have missed her. Missed all of them.

My family.

But also my Court, too.

I silently watch as Mor detaches herself from my neck and steps back to fall in line with the others. I silently watch as they all stare at me. Cassian gives me a hint of a smirk, and Azriel's eyes are... warm for once.

I almost gasp as they all drop into a low bow.

High Lady. Right.

"We will serve and protect."

They stand, smiling, just as Amren comes in.

"Ah. You're back."

And I go still as she too bows.

Amren. Bowing.

That is something I never thought I would live to see.

Likewise. A voice filled with midnight laughter echoes down the bond. Stronger than before, but still... weak.

Before I can say anything else, I hear footsteps on the stairs. The smile slowly falls off Mor's face. Then Azriel's. Then Cassian's.

And I look up as Nesta walks into the room.

As a human woman, she had been stunning. But now, as high fae...

Devastating.

She was infinitely beautiful.

And she looked at me with her stunning blue eyes.

I watched her eyes travel to the thick bandages around my leg. And to my surprise, they filled with anger.

"Nesta-"

It all happened so quickly, I barely had a chance to steady myself.

As Nesta launched herself across the room.

And into my arms.

I stood for a few moments, in absolute shock. Before tentatively putting my arms around her back.

Nesta had never hugged me. Ever. Not even when we were children. She was never a touchy-feely girl.

But now...

She seemed to compose herself, and pulled away from me.

"Well..." She cleared her throat. " You're back."

Cassian snorted.

Ness turned on him, eyes ablaze.

Mother above.

How long has this been going on? I asked Rhys.

Oh, only since we got here.

Bloody hell.

Cassian just smirked again.

Azriel sighed. Mor's eyes practically rolled into the back of her head. Amren growled. Rhys grinned.

I'm glad you're finding this amusing Rhys.

It's pretty much been the only form of entertainment, Feyre darling.

Oh, do shut up.

Nesta simply turned around and stormed off. We watch her go in silence, but then another thought hits me.

"Well.. Nesta seems OK for... Nesta. But how's Elain?"

Silence falls once more.

Shit.

Rhys approached me slowly. "She's... still recovering."

It should be reassuring. To know that she's recovering at all... But for some reason I can't quite place... It isn't.

"What does that mean."

You could've heard a pin drop.

"Rhys."

He opens his mouth as if to say something, then closes it. Lost for words. I have seen Rhysand be many things: but never lost for words.

"Rhys." I say it aloud and shout it down the bond.

"Elain... is alive."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I'm gonna get some wine." Mor interrupts loudly. And walks out. Cassian murmers that he'll go help her. As does Azriel. And Amren mutters something about going to crack some codes.

They all leave the room.

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

"Feyre... she.. is sick."

"How sick."

Rhys takes a deep breath.

"She can't remember anything."

Sorry about the cliffhanger.

Also, CHOOSE!

Elucien?

Or... Elriel?

Review your opinion! It's all up to you!