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I try to stop the wounds in Rhysand's shoulder that is dripping with blood. He ls lying unconscious on the ground before me there are arrows still piercing his wings and thighs. I try to staunch the blood that is gushing out of his shoulder an indication that the arrow pierced a major artery and if I don't do something fast he will die. I brandish one of my Illyrian daggers in my right hand and only pause a moment before I strike the palm of my left hand with the dagger. I am about to tip the blood that is drizzling out of my hand into Rhys' mouth when I wake up.

I sit up straight as instantly alert, though it does take a second for my surroundings to come into focus. It had been a long time since a nightmare like that has plagued me. It is still dark outside and it is impossible to ignore the way my stomach rumbles and roils. The nausea left by the dream makes his hard for me to settle after having a nightmare like that. If felt so real the thought of the night court having to face the attack with hybern and their supply of fae Bloodbane was a dual ting prospect no matter how capable the Illyrian legions might be. There were many options as to what my role would be in saving the night court obviously getting this information to my mate was essential but I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more that I could do.

I feel Rhys stir at the edge of the bond and he must have been awoken by the nightmares I check and see if my walls around my mind are up as a percussion and then I send soothing words and images to let him know that I was alright and the at he need not worry.

After a few moments I decide that I should probably get some more sleep as there are still a few more hours until the dawn.

The next morning Alis comes in to wake me up. I notice right away that I am still feeling a little off and the nausea from last night hasn't faded away completely yet.

Alis seems to notice as she picks a noticeably looser dress than yesterday. This time it is a high waisted silk and chiffon gown in a light blue it was simple compared to yesterdays dinner ensemble with quarter length sleeves and a slight v neckline which I appreciated, but it was still far to extravagant for what I would have picked for casual day wear, even if the flow of the dress was easier to move in. Alis asks about how my night went. I assured her that it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle and that I was just tired and a little dizzy. Alis helps me with my hair before I head downstairs for breakfast.

Lucian and Tamlin are already there, their conversation stops before I get close enough to hear what they are saying. I greet them both politely and seat myself. Tamlin gets up before I can sit down and he pulls out a chair next to him. I smile shyly at him as if I was still the girl before the mountain who felt inadequate compared to the high lord. he beams at me as i sit down and he pushes in my chair. He places his large hands on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head and bids me good morning before siting back down and conversing with Lucian again as he had been doing before my arrival. I discreetly listen to the conversation for a few moments to make sure that I wasn't missing anything important. When I realize that it was just about the upcoming tithe I don't really listen to their conversation.

After eating a few bites of fruit and toast, my head starts to ache its not anything overwhelming, just a little pain that begins pulsing through skull in my forehead as pressure builds at the bridge of my nose. I resist the urge to rub my forehead to try to relieve the pressure that was building up behind my eyes. I don't want tamlin to find out, for him it would only reinforce his idea of my incapability to exist without his constant presence. He would take it as a weakness and try to smother me for the rest of the day. however I feel Rhys at the end of the bond alerted by my pain. His care I didnt mind so much i knew that he would take care of me but not try and stop me. Most of all he didnt take it as a sign of weakness.

"Feyre are you okay?" he asks me. I feel his concern radiate down the the bond, his presence calming me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I send back down the bond. Hoping to console him.

At this point I notice that Tamlin and Lucian are staring at me.

"Feyre are you alright?" Tamlin asks. He sounds genuinely concerned.

I nod despite the ringing in my ears and my brain going fuzzy. " I'll be fine I think that I just need to lay down" I say. "I'm not feeling very well."

"You look as pale as the dead Feyre, let me help you to your room," Tamlin suggests.

I'm not really paying attention at this point. The ringing in my ears is getting louder and I am starting to see black splotches.

I feel hands help me up out of my seat, I'm pretty sure it's Lucian, before everything goes black.

I wake up though I don't open my eyes yet and I can tell I'm laying in my bed. All i can do is hope that Tamlin isn't there when i wake up. My head is still pounding. And despite the light sheets that cover me i am still sweating and my body feels a hundred pounds heavier.

I check my mental shields to make sure that they stayed in tact, unfortunately they were completely nonexistent. I feel Rhys running a smooth claw around the edge of my unprotected mind sensing my distress. Which only makes him more worried but rhys doesn't cross any lines and only tries to hide his feelings from me not wanting to panic for my sake.

"I'm okay Rhys I was just dizzy that's all. I probably am just a little sick" I say.

"Feyre," he replies with relief. "Please take care of yourself." He pleas.

"I am. No need to be such an overbearing mother hen." I retort.

"Feyre, just say the word and we will get you out of there." He says in a measured tone.

i get distracted by the way he says my name. Even in my mind it sounds like a sensual whisper, i want to be home as soon as possible, but when i have just started getting the good information it would be the worst time to even consider compromising my position her. Despite all that I know that the last impression he would want to give is that I couldn't do it.

"I know hopefully not too much longer. I love you," I assure him. Hoping to give him some peace of mind even though I could not yet leave.

I can feel Rhys sigh in resignation. "I love you too," he replies and the bond goes silent.

The few moments with my mate, even if it was just through the bond was refreshing and it gives me the strength face whatever obstacles I have to face in the spring court.

I open my eyes and to my relief no one is there. The room feels stuffy and I don't really want to move yet with my headache, though that was just the excuse.

Alis peeks her head in to see if I am awake. She sees me and she lets herself in. She is carrying a small basket of supplies probably just basic healing potions and what not.

"Lady feyre Tamlin has sent for a healer who should be arriving shortly." She whispers trying not to disturb me greatly.

"That really isn't necessary," I argue "I'll be fine I just need a little rest and maybe something for this headache."

" you passed out and you have been unconscious for the last thirty minuets" she argues.

"Yes," i reply "i am fine now though so the healer doesn't have to come."

"Nevertheless the High Lord has made it very clear that you are to be looked after until he returns." She says her voice has a sense of finality in it and i feel like I really cant argue with her. After all there was nothing to be afraid of with a little check up,

I am slightly curious as to where tamlin has gone, but I decide not to worry too much about it. I can ask him about it later. For now it just feels nice for Alis to take care of me.

She opens a small bottle and dabs the continents on a wet cloth and gently begins dabbing my forehead.

I sigh in resignation, I didn't have the energy to argue with Alis so I let her place a cool cloth on my head. Despite all my complaining the cloth on my forehead feels so soothing with the smell of peppermint and eucalyptus filling my nostrils.

It does't take very long for the healer to arrive maybe only half an hour. The healer whisks in, an unusually perky female with short brown hair and gray eyes, compare to other fae she was relatively plain with the exception of her dark long eye lashes and eyebrows. She also had a large black bag hanging from her arm.

"I'm Sylvia, and I must say it is an absolute honor to meet you Lady Feyre though I imagine the in your circumstances you probably wouldn't say the same" Sylvia introduces herself with a polite curtsy a spring court tradition that i would never like or get used to. Sylvia talks as though her mouth moves at about a million words per minute.

"Your fine," I smile. "Thank you for being so accommodating on such a short notice."

"Its no trouble at all," she assures me, "if you would like some privacy and then our examination can begin."

I look to Alis and nod. She takes my cue to leave "I'll be right outside M'lady, should you need anything."

"I'll call for you if needed," I assure her. There really was no need to worry was there? Though I hadn't heard of fae being sick very often.

I change into a silk robe for the healer, and sit down at the edge of the bed. The healer begins her examination asking the usual questions like when I had my last cycle and what my usual diet and activity consisted of.

The healer took my wrist to feel my pulse and checked for signs of a fever. She asked about the symptoms that I was experiencing before having me lay down on the bed and rubbing her hands together to warm them. Then she gently prodded my stomach and sides. She paused for a moment when her hand probed just above the navel. She sat there just listening for a moment.

Her face was unreadable as she finished. The fact that I couldn't tell what she was thinking was driving me almost to the point that I wanted to take a peak into her mind just to know.

"First off m'lady, you are terribly dehydrated. I insist that you drink more water." The healer states her face stone cold.

"What's second?" I ask a little suspiciously. Not letting go of the knot that is forming in my stomach just yet.

"M'lady its the most wonderful news you are pregnant!" She beams.

I stare at the healer, not quite sure what to say or how to feel. "Are you sure?" I ask hesitantly.

"Positive, your highness." she smiles it is a very rare day indeed when a high court lady is blessed with a child.

I try to smile at her. This was supposed to be a happy thing, but to me a mixture of emotions runs through me. At first confusion Rhys and I had been so carful. I glanced at the healer. Was there any way that she might suspect that it was Rhysand's child that I carried?

Carefully I probe the edge of her mind I sense a slight suspicion which I am subtly able to put at ease. I let out a sigh of relief and let myself feel for a moment the joy of the idea that I would have Rhys' baby, that we would be the family we both had yearned for growing up.

Then the horrifying realization that we were in a war and that I was in the spring court settled over me. If anyone found out that I was carrying Rhysand's child both Rhys and I would have a target on our backs, not that we didn't already.

"My lady," the healer says, hesitantly interrupting my thoughts, "shall I go fetch the high lord?"

"No, I want to tell him" I smile. Last thing I want to do is alert the healer that something might be off.

The healer only nods obviously this was normal for most females. The healer gets up to leave and as an afterthought

I stop the healer "You can't tell anyone, if the night court found out..."I shutter and let the horror that I hold a at bay in my mind run rampant for a moment letting my thoughts bring the smell of fear along with them. The healer seems to catch my meaning.

"Of course my lady, I understand." The healer nods fear now very visible in her eyes.

For a moment I pity the fae who believes so naively that Rhys would ever do anything that would hurt me or any innocent for that matter.

"Is there any type of tonic I could take that could help me manage my symptoms?" I inquire, "hopefully something that can help me to be able to function in a normal capacity."

"Of course," the healer replies as she opens her bag and hands me a bottle.

"This should help feel free to send for me again if you continue to feel ill my lady." The healer smiles again. "And may I be the first to offer my congratulations to you and the High Lord" "Thank you." I gush and then politely dismiss her.

When the healer leaves there is a knock at the door. Alis steps in. She is immediately able to tell something is off and the the appointment with the healer did not go as I had expected. So she closes the door behind her and locks it.

The emotions that I had been holding back finally overwhelms me as heaping sobs rack by body as I cry into my hands and Alis does something so unexpected. She wraps me up in a warm hug, the kind I imagine a mother would give to a child. So I let her hold me as she gently stokes my hair from my face.

My breath shutters as I try to reign in my emotion, I take deep breaths to calm myself, because I can feel Rhys begging for entrance into my mind.

Not knowing what is happening must be driving him crazy. I decide that we need to meet up not to just talk about the baby but also to inform him of the attack that Tamlin has planned for the spring court. So I send him only a few sentences down the bond. Just enough so that I can alert him that we will talk soon enough.

Meet me at the edge of autumn and spring at midnight. We need to talk.

I can feel Rhys start to relent which allows me to focus more on what's in front of me.

Alis is still stroking my hair when I finally straighten up and dab my eyes with a handkerchief that Alis had handed to me at some point.

"You don't have to tell me anything" Alis begins. I could tell she was a little nervous, but I knew that I could trust her.

"No, I sniffle I want to tell you, but you have to promise that you wont tell a soul." I plead with her

Alis considers only moment before agreeing. And a thin band appears tattooed on her left wrist she gasps. I try not to act surprised. Alis doesn't really ask about the tattoo she already knows what it means. Its a clear indicator of which court I belong to and the thought makes me smile.

"Alis i need your help." I look down at my hands trying to think of a better way to say it but I don't. "I'm pregnant."

Alis always one step ahead. Comes to conclusions on her own.

"It's not Tamlin's is it?"Not really a question. I try to read her expression before I nod.

"It's Rhys'" I confirm. "That would mean that I am about eight weeks along."

She only nods. "There is a rumor that you two were mates. That Hybern broke the bond.

"We are mates." I smile, "but to me he is more than that he is my equal in every way my best friend and I love him. I am his High lady."

"What about Hybern?" Alis asks

"Hybern can't brake a mating bond. Nobody is that powerful." I reply. "After Rhys and I were separated the bond was damaged, I haven't been able to keep in contact as much as I would have liked."

"What are you going to do? Will you tell Rhysand about the baby?" She asks.

"Yes, I've already made plans to meet with him at the edge of the spring court tonight." I say. "I'll need you to cover for me."

Alis nods "I can do that."