Feyre
A group bursts out of the portal, swords drawn. The night court also draws their swords, but before a full fight can begin, Aelin stands up.
She says: "Stand down." We ignore her, but the strange group obeys, sheathing their swords. A fae male bursts out of formation and runs to Aelin. To our surprise, he envelopes her in a hug, and kisses her. Then the group runs towards her, and all of them embrace Aelin, some laughing, some crying, some hugging.
She turns to us and a ghost of a smile dances on her lips. She sketches a bow and says: "Night court, meet the court of Terrasen."
We all stand in shock as she introduces them one by one, most of them cracking a joke or threatening us. She smiles and says: "Rhysand, Feyre, Azriel, Morrigan, Cassian. Thank you for your hospitality." How did she know our names? I was floored. She gave us a wink and said: "Once memories are shared, however horrifying they might be, it's a good idea to put those shields back up. You never know if there is an unexpected daemati lurking in your midsts."
With that, her court roars with laughter, but I notice Rowan had walked over to Aelin. The two of them aren't laughing, and Rowan has an arm on her back. An act, I realise. The jokes, the winks, all of it an act. Not for herself, but for the sake of her court. I say as much to Rhysand through the bond, and he replies I know.
I notice that Amren was staring at Aedion, then I remember. Aedion was her brother. Aelin caught Aedion's eye and beckoned him forward.
"Aedion," she called out "there's someone I'd like you to meet." He raises a brow suspiciously but walks to Aelin anyways. Aelin gestures to Amren, who lifts her hood.
She smiles and said: "Hello brother."
"Aela." he gasps.
He embraces her and they started crying, tears pouring down their faces. I see Aelin pat them on the back, then slip off. I glance at Rhys, who in turn squeezes my hand.
Aelin walks to him, and he told her "You guys can use the rooms on the third floor."
She nodded in thanks and mutters: "Excuse me."
She then strides towards her court. I saw that Rowan and Fenrys were glaring at each other, and I smirk.
This should be interesting I shoot down the bond.
He doesn't reply, just smirks back.
She walks forward and says: "Goddamn it you two, I nearly die, and when I come back from the dead you two are in a pissing contest. Cut it out. Stop with the territorial male bullshit please. It's giving me a headache."
I gape at her attitude, but she's not done yet. She assigns rooms then stares at the two of them, saying with a sigh: "If you don't stop with this I will personally gut you and I will feed your remains to Abraxos and give your blood to Manon to drink. Just stop with the whole male territorial bullshit thing. It's annoying, and I'm already in a pissy mood."
The night court stares in shock, sure, we made threats, but not to that level of viciousness. As Fenrys trudges upstairs, Rowan raises a brow. She just smirks slightly, clearly they were talking through the whole mate bond thing.
I turn to Mor and ask: "Is this how we look when me and Rhys talk?"
She screeches: "YES! Finally you get how weird is it." I open my mouth to retaliate, but then Aelin turns to me, her mate at her side, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Do y'all have a training room?"
Hi guys, thanks so much for reading this fanfic. This is my first fanfic, it's not that good, so it's awesome you guys are even reading it. This chapter was just to get Aelin's court here, I think it'll help with some comic relief. Also, I know the last line is not quite Aelin's style, but I just thought of it and loved it so much I just had to put it down. Anyways, please do comment with ideas and corrections to the story, they really help make my writing better.
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