Hello, friends! The updates are going to come much more quickly now as I've written the next few chapters. Anyway. Imma gonna make this snappy:
I am not Sarah J Maas and I do not own any of the books or characters mentioned here.
Without further ado...
Weary but filled with joy, Feyre stumbled back into Nesta's apartment, her sisters at her heels. It was fully dark now, and although Feyre was as happy as she'd been all month, something had felt off since last night, something she had felt through the mating bond. Rhys had seemed distant at dinner the night before, though he had tried to hide it. But there were no secrets between the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. If anything was wrong, he would tell her.
Elaine, after a few seconds of tough mental debate, decided to stay on the couch for the night, rather than brave the biting winds, waving away Feyre's offer of keeping the air warm. So as Feyre walked alone through the bitter night, the stars watching over her from their thrones in the heavens, she did not feel at all strange as she opened her mouth and sang.
It was not a beautiful song, nor did Feyre have a beautiful voice. She just felt like singing. The old lullaby flowed from her tongue as if she had sung it a thousand times; the opposite was true. It was a song forbidden by her father - a song sung by rebels.
Dark the night and bright the moon,
Bright the sun and dark the mood.
In a land, far from ours,
rule 7 High Lords of their courts…
But here, in our land,
far from the Fairies and their Lords
We sing this song to praise and fear
not the Lords, and not the Fairies,
but the nightly kingdom of Terrasen.
Far from home,
In a land of pine and snow
Rule the family of Terrasen.
Aelin, the young daughter,
Sing your praise for her fire-power.
And for her father, the mighty Galan -
There was more to the song, more that Feyre couldn't remember. She didn't know why she had sung it in the first place. It was a song only mortals knew, and right now, on the snow padded street in Velaris, Feyre felt far from mortal.
It was nearly dawn when Feyre quietly let herself into the manor. There was a light on, leaking through the shut door to the kitchen. Curious, she walked towards the door and listened for any noises, thankful for her Fae senses, which, although she had been Fae for as long as she had been human, she still wasn't completely used to. Almost immediately, she became aware of a quiet sniffling, accompanying Rhy's scent.
Feyre almost stumbled back in shock. In the decades she had known Rhys, her mate had only cried twice. Both times were after something had happened, something… Freye pushed the door open.
It was dark in the room - the light that had leaked into the kitchen came from a Fae-light bobbing around her mate's head. Taking care to pull the chair out further than she usually did to allow for her nothing-but-cumbersome-but-still-precious stomach, Freye sat down next to Rhysand - he didn't move, keeping his tear streaked face in his hands. She sat there quietly next to him, not touching and not speaking. Just… being there for him, in whatever way he might need it. The hours ticked by and it was only her Fae senses that kept her from fidgeting, from losing patience. Eventually, Rhysand stirred, lifting his head and kissing her in a desperate, longing kiss. It ended far too quickly. "Freye. Freye darling. You should get some rest". His voice was hoarse. Freye didn't budge.
I sincerely apologise for the terrible song. I never said I had any type of musical talent.