I want to start by saying thank you to all of my few fans who have reviewed, it means so much when I log on and see that. Also, yeah, these are short chapters, but I am just writing this for fun, it's not my main story. I try to hit 1,000 words at least, but it doesn't always happen. Oh well. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Feyre:
I woke up the morning after the meeting with Keir to a ruckus outside in Velaris. I pushed back the sheets, shivering at the slight chill that came from the open window and padded over to the doorway. Pulling a tunic and pants on as I stumbled over to the door, I opened it up and looked around.
There was no one in the townhouse, but it sure as hell sounded like there were many people outside in the city.
Opening up the front door to the house, I peeked my head outside to see what looked like an army without armor.
Looking closer I saw that it was in fact not an army, but what looked like the entirety of the Court of Nightmares.
I was torn between wanting to do two things in that moment. At the same time I wanted to laugh my heart out because they had all come and no one would have anything to do with them, and I also wanted to feel bad because no one would have anything to do with them and they came all this way.
I decided on both. I laughed internally at Keir, and his advisors, and those like them, and I felt bad for the women who were like Mor, stuck in that terrible court not by choice, but by birth.
The ruckus was coming from the procession of them attempting to get lodging as they made their way through the city, and being ignored. This caused the men and a few women to begin yelling at the inn keepers, and then Keir in turn yelling at this court to stop and leave them alone.
Good, I thought. At least he remembered that part of his deal to us.
I could see Rhysand, Amren, and Cassian up at the front of the procession, escorting them through the city. Last night we had decided that Mor would not be in the city for this, and that Azriel would be with her wherever they went. Right about now they should be in the Summer Court on a beach somewhere, making use of the retraction of the blood rubies from Tarquin.
I made my way to the back of the motley parade, where there were mostly women, and a few men, straggling on purpose, gazing with wonder at the city I was proud to call my home.
I winnowed the rest of the way to them. "It's beautiful isn't it?" I asked them as I fell into step.
"It is," One of them replied for the others, giving me a smile.
I thought for a second about what I wanted to do immediately. I wanted to help these people out, these dreamers stuck in a Court of Nightmares, just like Mor. A part of my mind whispered that they might be acting like this on purpose, but I shut it out. Ten people couldn't do that much damage either way, and my heart said that they were being genuine.
"Come with me," I said to the ten dreamers as we passed a fairly nice inn on the street.
They obeyed, following me in. I greeted the inn keeper with a warm smile and a hug. "Please give these people rooms. No one else," and now I leaned closer, "but these ones are dreamers."
The old woman smiled kindly. "Of course High Lady. Free of charge."
"Feyre. Please. And nonsense," I replied, pressing a few silver pieces into her hand and smiling again. "For your kindness."
The woman nodded, and showed the group to their rooms while they stayed. "Thank you!" One of them called from down the hall.
"Of course," I said in response.
I walk back out, surprised to see that the Court of Nightmares has made it much farther down the street than I would have thought in the time I was inside the inn.
Good on my Mate then, for corralling them.
I found myself once again torn between two options. Go have fun for the day, or go and help my husband with Keir and his court.
I groaned. I should go help Rhysand. He would do the same for me. Gods, I really hated being a good person sometimes. It was these times, when my conscience made me help a bunch of terrible people, that I would almost wish for the Night Court to be like everyone used to think it was, some hellhole with an evil ruler.
Almost.
And then I would just imagine Rhys' smile, or his laugh, or how he looked when he was lying next to me, and I would forget all of those half wishes.
This was my home. This was where I was meant to be. And even if it meant dealing with people like Keir, this was my duty, my honor, and my pleasure.
You are absolutely correct, Feyre Darling, Rhys whispered in my head, caressing my shields with his talons.
Eavesdropper, I retaliated, smiling like a damn fool despite myself.
Does it really count as eavesdropping when I'm inside your head? My Mate asked, and I could just sense the sarcasm dripping of the words.
Yes. Yes it does, I answer him, not yielding an inch.
Then I get a better idea. I recall a few choice images from my memory and infuse them with thoughts of lust and craving, and then I send them at him, rapid fire.
Coming out from inside my mind, I hear a loud curse from the front of the large group of people, one that sounds oddly strangled.
Cruel thing, I hear Rhysand whisper in my head, but that too sounds like he is repressing emotions. Emotions such as lust, desire, and wanting.
I smirk, and shoving him out, I walk to catch up to the Court of Nightmares, shoving through the crowd to where Rhysand and Keir have now stopped, offering no apologies as I shove people away. These people don't deserve them.
When I finally get to the front, I can clearly see why the procession had stopped.
Rhysand is up in the air, a hundred or so feet up. How I missed that before, I have no idea.
Keir looks far past the point of anger, his face red, and his fists clenched in a way that shows me exactly which emotions and words he is trying to suppress.
From the whispers around me, Rhys made up some bullshit excuse about seeing something, and checking it out, and he had told everyone to wait for him.
I snapped out my wings, and flew up to gloat about my victory. Because the real reason that my Mate had taken to the skies was so no one would see the situation he had brewing beneath his pants.
I dove into his mind, and saw some of the images he was conjuring up to try to resolve the problem. Ianthe flashed by, followed by Tamlin, and then Amarantha under him.
But because I had sent the images to him, they kept popping back up.
I couldn't help it, I began laughing.
"Why are you laughing? It's going to be your problem when Keir decides he's done waiting," Rhysand scowls.
"Oh fine, Killjoy," I retort. Sighing, I pull on my gifts from Kallias, and freeze the problem area, literally sending ice and snow at it.
"Crap!" Rhysand shouts as I do, no doubt because it's freezing. But when I use my abilities from Beron to melt the ice, the problem has been resolved.
"Sensitive Illyrians," I grin, taking his hand and dragging him down. There was no way in hell that I was going to be the one placating the big baby waiting for us on the ground, who goes by the name of Keir.
When we touch down, I shove him towards the waiting man. Your problem.
I'm proud of myself. This was my longest chapter yet for this story, and considering I am only writing it for fun, that's pretty good. Drop a review if you would be so kind! Till next time! Bye!
