Chapter 307
"Should you have done that?"
Elain tilted her head, her arm still linked through Sheera's. She thought about the question for just a moment, figuring that she really didn't know Kera or what she might do in response. She had no idea what the blonde was capable of. "Probably not." She admitted. "I have no idea what she is or what she will do now."
"Hopefully nothing." Sheera said as they turned a corner in the path. "But I doubt she is used to being treated that way."
"She shouldn't be." Elain replied, "She treats others that way." Glancing at her friend, she saw Sheera nod. "How did that begin, anyway?"
"Oh…" Sheera paused, "I was trying to work out which leafy shrubs would be best to line that garden with and she approached me." Sheera made a huff of a noise before continuing on, "She seemed personally offended that someone like me would dare to be in one of the High Lord's personal gardens…"
"And by that you mean she thought that she was above you."
"Of course." Sheera replied, "She is one of the High Lord's favoured Courtiers. I'm a shop keeper…"
"Sounds like you are more useful than she is." Elan said with a shrug, and Sheera laughed.
"That may be so, but I still worry about what she will do now that her pride has been pricked."
"Hopefully nothing." Elain said, "She can't hurt me…"
"You think so?"
"Yes." Elain nodded, "I am Lucien's mate. Helion would not take kindly to his son's mate being harmed…" She thought about what had happened to Ianthe and she hoped that Kera was also aware and that, for her own sake, she wouldn't do anything stupid. What had happened to Ianthe had been horrible, even if the Priestess had tried to murder half the Court and the visiting High Lords. Those actions had gone too far, and Elain understood that what had happened to her as a punishment had been appropriate and necessary. It had been done in the hopes that others would learn from that. Elain hoped that Kera had been paying attention.
"Was what she said about the Autumn Court true?" Sheera sounded curious and Elain clanted another glance at her friend.
"What bit?"
"That it is savage."
"Oh…" Elain considered, "I suppose it would have been more so when Beron was the High Lord."
"But it is different now?"
"I think the way that Eris runs things is a bit different to his father."
"And that is where Lucien was raised?"
"Yes."
"He doesn't seem savage."
"He's very much not." Elain smiled, "Lucien has always stood apart from his brothers. He is kind and gentle…"
"That is the feeling I do get from him."
Lucien stood by the border between the Day Court and the Night Court, scuffing the toe of one of his shoes in the dirt. Helion had thought it would be a nice idea for him to wait for Rhys and Feyre and then escort them both to the palace himself. Lucien didn't much see the point as they both knew the way, but then he realised that just because he was so overly familiar with the two of them didn't mean that he didn't still have roles to fulfil as the heir and it was customary for a high ranking member of the court to personally meet important visitors and escort them to the palace.
They were late, however. He hated tardiness. It was just rude. Lucien felt that if somebody were late, it was a clear indication that they did not value anyone else's time, and that they thought that only they themselves mattered. It was a snub, and it was rude. Rhys had a habit of being rude, it seemed. He had been late getting to them in the Illyrian training camps and he was ate now, and it was beginning to tick Lucien off. He had had plans this afternoon to walk Elain around the edges of the city, showing her interesting places that he had discovered since being here. He sighed outwardly when he realised that she would now likely be spending the evening curled up in some corner with her sister.
Pushing that jealousy aside, Lucien forced one of his Courtly smiles onto his face when the barrier shimmered and Rhys and Feyre appeared.