Well, a grand total of none of you reviewed my last chapter, which brings my self esteem for this story down a lot, but hey, it's for fun so who cares? Enjoy!

Feyre:

I woke up with Rhysand wing cocooning me in the most perfect way. I could hear that he was awake by his breathing.

"Good morning, Feyre darling," he breathed near my neck, now hearing that I was also awake.

"It always is when I wake up next to you," I replied, snuggling in further to his body, hard with muscles.

"When did we become those mates?" He asked, no small amount of teasing in his voice.

"When did you become that person who asks that?" I retorted, not opening my eyes yet.

I felt his laugh against me, before my back was cold. Rhys had gotten up and was preparing for… our meeting.

Shoot. I forgot about our meeting with Keir to talk about the arrangement between us and him about his court coming to Velaris.

I shot out of bed and into our shower. When I got out Rhysand was already dressed in his normal black jacket and pants, and had his raven feather crown on.

Due to this new arrangement, Keir and a few members of his delegation would be coming to the House of Wind to negotiate the terms.

Of course, Rhys had ordered every shop owner and innkeeper and restaurant manager not to let any member of the Court of Nightmares in, and to make them feel as unwelcome as possible, but they couldn't know that.

I changed into a white dress made in Night Court fashion, with sheer panels for the arms, legs, and around my midriff. Then I put on the crown I had chosen from our treasury what seemed like years ago.

Death Triumphant and the Stars Eternal. Our favorite look.

The plan was that we would both release the damper on our powers when we got to the House of Wind, so I would let myself glow slightly, and Rhysand would bring night to the room.

All of his plans were so dramatic. But I couldn't even pretend to care. Keir was a self absorbed, arrogant nuisance, and anything to undermine his sense of self and power was a gift in and of itself.

"Are you ready my love?" Rhys asked from the doorway as I looked at myself in the mirror, remembering the day when I had looked into the Ouroboros. I shuddered and nodded.

"How could I not be ready to annoy Keir?" I asked, smirking.

"No truer words have ever been uttered," my mate replied, holding his arm out to me like the chivalrous Illyrian he was.

I brushed by though, smirking at him again over my shoulder. He stuck his tongue out in response. Such a childish man.

When we got to the living room everyone who would be coming with us was already there. Mor, in her standard red gown, her lips painted a crimson so dark it bordered on black. Cassian, his Illyrian leathers on, but no armor, his hair tied back with a leather band. Amren was there as well, ready to intimidate Keir and his court if they became too bold, even if she no longer had otherworldly powers.

Azriel was in Autumn Court land, with Eris, trying to help him take the throne from his father. Now was the ideal time, he had told me when I asked, because the world was finally settling back into normal after Hybern's conquest.

Once we got there, Rhys looked each and everyone one of us in the eyes meaningfully, talking to each of them I was sure. When he got to me he just caressed my mental shields.

I gave him a small smile. Then he wrapped his arms around me and we winnowed to the barrier around the house, flying in the rest of the way. My wings were getting stronger, but still not good enough to do this quick transition.

I tried to steel myself for facing Keir and his entourage, and leaned farther into my mate, relishing every pure moment that I could.

Because I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy day.

Hey, I hope you all liked it, and yes I know it was short, but I do it for fun, so who even cares? Till next time! Bye!