Feyre
I grunt lightly and try to spin my blade in a new manoeuvre. Instead of successfully beheading my opponent, I fall to the floor.

Cassian walks towards me and hauls me up, saying 'You should not try that when your opponent literally has a sword at your neck.' I grumble, muttering something about Cassian being a horrible teacher.

Suddenly, Rhys says down the mating bond Horrible teacher? Really? I would have thought Cassian would be decent?

I roll my eyes and amend sweetly Don't worry, he's not as bad as you. You made me copy down those ridiculous sentences.

'And yet, in spite of all your complaining, you can read perfectly now.' came a voice behind me.

Cassian sighs and walks off, muttering that he was going to train with Azriel. I walk towards Rhys, and he cups my cheek, about to give me a kiss, when suddenly, there is a thump from behind, and a human girl and a wolf fall from the sky. The girl is unconscious and bloody, but the wolf shoots up, protecting the girl.

Rhys immediately mutters: "We've got to get rid of that wolf." The wolf pounces on Rhysand, and a bright light flashes. But instead of a wolf, there is a beautiful man standing there.

Beautiful? Really? A wolf man tries to kill me and your first thought is that he's beautiful?

I snicker and walk forward to try to help, but the night court's already got their blades pointing at his neck. He snarls but I ignore him and walk towards the girl. She was bloody, yes, and seriously injured, but with her golden hair and delicate features, she was gorgeous. What was up today, with beautiful strangers falling from the sky.

As soon as I raise my hand to the girl, the wolf man immediately says: "Please! Don't hurt her. I'll do anything, just don't hurt her." I raise my brow, confused.

Rhys is immediately by my side, and I shoot to him Calm him down. I'm going to try to heal her.

He nods and started talking to him. I move towards the girl, and a glow envelops my hands.

Fenrys

A man rushes forward and gives the order to stand down. They retreat, but none of them sheaths their swords.

He beckons me over and says: "Relax. Feyre, my mate, is trying to heal her."

I sigh with relief and say: "Thank you" He nods, and calls the others over.

One of them hisses: "Rhysand. How can we trust him."

They look me over and I say to the man, Rhysand: "Sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing. It's been a while. My name's Fenrys."

He nods again and says: "It's ok. My name is Rhysand, High Lord of the night court. He points at some of them and say: "That's Mor, my cousin and third in command, also known as Morrigan. Cassian, general of my armies, and that's Azriel, shadowsinger."

I nod mutely and walk to Aelin. I kneel down at her side, and help Feyre turn her over. Her shift is removed and her scars are on full display. I ignore the gasps, tears falling slowly down my cheek. The blond one, Mor, grips my arm and says, "We'll need to get a proper healer. Let's go." I notice that everyone is walking to the house. I bend down, grab Aelin's hand, and melt into the shadows.

Rhysand

I can't believe it. Fenrys can winnow. Me and Feyre winnowed soon after, but somehow, he managed to find the healer's room. I walk in, masking my surprise, a mask snapping into place. I know Feyre is doing the same too. I nod to Madja, who is busy working on the girl. Her wounds look horrible, and I shudder when I think of her scars. Fenrys hadn't seemed surprised, but he had flinched nonetheless. Madja finishes and slips off.

I plop next to him on the couch and ask: "How old is she?"

I can see him calculating how much to tell me, but he slumps and said flatly "19."

I tighten my arm around Feyre and whisper: "How did she get all those scars?"

He shakes his head and says: "Her story is hers and hers alone to tell." I nod, but try to slip inside his mind. His shields are strong, I can't do much. I can't get in. I hiss down the bond.

I know. She replies.

I lean over to the girl, about to try to wake her up, but suddenly, her eyes snap open. I stare at her turquoise eyes, ringed with the most brilliant gold, and I gasp.

I bow down and whisper: "Your majesty."