Rhysand's pov:
When I saw the stag walking through the night court I knew something was wrong, a white stag never entered these woods, let alone the night court itself. I guessed what would happen when the stag walked up to me. An old servant shifted into its faerie body and looked at me scornfully. "What did I do now?" I asked the old man. "Nothing my lord, there is a visitor at the castle for you. I would hurry back if I were you." He said before disappearing. It wasn't Feyre. She was with Tamlin for sure. Was it an old flame? I had let my mate by with tam, only because she would resent me for taking a week out of her life with Tamlin each month. I shimmered back to the castle and another messenger greeted me. "Your visitor is in a state of distress my lord, I warn you." She said quietly while leading me to the library, the guest was in the library? The dark haired woman opened the door for me and led me inside. "She just showed up. We didn't know what to do with her my lord."
Feyre was sitting at the desk where I had been giving her lessons before; before she found out she was pregnant. She was showing quite well now. "Thank you for bringing me here." I said to the servant girl. She nodded her head and walked out the door. Feyre was staring at the desk intently, like her whole life was spread on the top. "Feyre, what are you doing here? How did you get here?" "I don't know, I can't control my powers, they must have taken me here." She replied almost instantly. She didn't look up from the table. "Why here? Aren't you happy at the spring court? Or has your high lord tired of you." Damn my mouth. She bristled; I fought the urge to apologize. I saw a tear fall from her eyes. "What has happened Feyre?" she didn't respond. "Feyre tell me what is wrong." she didn't say anything; instead she looked towards me and blinked. She wasn't going to tell me anything. I didn't want to have to but… I looked inside her mind to see what was wrong, it felt much odder this time, like she wasn't even trying to resist. Something had happened and I needed to know who to tear into pieces. Then I saw the source of her sadness. A miscarriage. That's why she wasn't talking. That's why she was here; she didn't want to face Tamlin with the news, even though he already knew. Her eyes widened as she became aware that I was in her head. "I'm so sorry." I said, slowly slinking away from her mind. She looked back at the desk. "I don't know what to do." She said, barely louder than a whisper. I could only hear her because of my fae hearing. No mortal would hear her. I thought of what I could say, I held my tongue. If I said something to further make her depressed I didn't know what she would do. "You need to confront him." I took a step closer to her, I was behind the chair she was sitting in. "I can't. I can't face him I failed him." she sobbed; she crossed her arms on the table and laid her head down. "You didn't fail him. It wasn't your fault. Come on." I pulled her chair out, just enough so that I could slide my arms under her knees, and across her back. I shimmered and we appeared in the spring court.
Tamlin jumped up out of his chair, which went flying into the wall. "What are you," he stopped and looked at who I was carrying. "Put her down." He snarled. "She came to me. She has it into her think human brain that it was her fault." I sat her in a chair closest to me, Lucien growled at me, but I held my hand up and stood back. "Why did you bring her back? The Rhysand I knew would have kept her and would have tried to make her love you." "I'm not that person anymore." I replied to the high lord of the spring court. I had no chance of her loving me. Even before she found out she was pregnant. "Take care of her." I shimmered and left the hall before Tamlin could throw a fit. Feyre. She, she. I didn't know what to think.