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LUCIEN
"We're going to miss you dear brother. " I had been handled roughly and thrown landing on a mass of rocks it wasn't the most comfortable position to be in for sure. "Not really. " I heard my brothers chide after awhile I could barely breathe let alone stand. When I opened my eyes and focused on my surroundings I recognized where I was - I had been carried to the woods close to where Feyre and I stayed overnight before our capture, just outside the main house. "But don't worry. Eris will look after her. " By her, his brothers meant Feyre.
I thought stuff over, the number one thing on my mind was why was let go. The first thing that came to mind was that Feyre had to see me safe. She was quite admitted to the action of getting my life off the execution list. But also it was a chance of escape.
I had to get to Tamlin. To the Spring court. I was the High Lord's emissary. Even if I wanted to go to the Night court to see the mate I just glimpsed for only mere seconds. I couldn't. Feyre had been there for me and I felt like I owed her.
I wasn't in any condition to travel my brothers made sure of that.
But I needed to get on my way.
There was a limp in my step. It pained me with each step I took. Yet I didn't care. The pain was a reminder of what, of who was at stake if I failed to get to Spring.
I just dragged on.
FEYRE
"You got to be kidding!" I half mutter to myself and half shout. I was all alone in the chamber Eris had presented myself with.
I wasn't going to wear this. My hands shook with anger. But taking a second and swallowing my anger down - with one deep breath I take back my control.
The dress was even worse then the one Rhys had me wear at the Court of Nightmares. It was pure gossamer - see through. I was channeling my inner Rhys when I beheld myself in the dress. I could do this, is what I repeatedly told myself. Almost believing if I told myself it it would hold true.
Getting lost in my thoughts remembering when Rhys had recollected his memories with Amarantha. How he remained cold and calculating, how he followed every order just for the chance of gaining some sort of ground; to gain her favor so trust wasn't far behind and that was what I needed to do. To earn Eris's trust.
"Mmm. You look to die for. Although I wouldn't take an arrow for you." His voice was like an instant cup of cold water splashing in my face. It brought me back to my reality.
"My you're my prince in shining armor!" I say, sarcasm leaking through my voice.
Suddenly Eris was behind me. His hand on my throat - surrendering myself to him. I had to play the part.
"My isn't this better? How quickly you change, my dear Feyre. Look at me. " he commands of me and I look upon him. Quelling my anger down so he doesn't detect anything from my gaze.
"Now. Come. My father wants us down."
I felt his hand on my waist leading me out of the room.
"My how the mighty have fallen." I heard Barron even before my eyes landed on the High Lord. I was surprised I even had a chair to sit in. The Autumn men hadn't given me anything to alert myself that they could be civil. "Nothing to say? Come speak. " Barron urged. He wanted me to speak out of favor. To crack. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. I had a plan. I had a date with time that I wasn't going to miss.
"My Lord. " Wow wasn't this hard. "I am sorry for everything. Truly, I did not mean any of it. I was just trying my best at the given situation. Surely you can forgive me for being afraid for my life?"
I knew that playing with fire could get me burnt. It was a dangerous game. I needed Barron to see I'd changed - that I appealed to his way of thinking.
I saw the glint in his eyes. I couldn't un-look. He was literally glaring at me. And not in the way I deemed comfortable. I gulped. Reaching for the glass of water that had set out for each person at the table.
That's when everything seemed to sway in and out of focus till I lost my will to keep upright. Although I didn't feel myself fall and I felt were arms around me.
