Hello again! And I have an announcement! I have no idea what i'm doing! If you haven't noticed, I kind of just randomly update, although I have been trying to update about once a week. I am looking for a co-author though, because I like this story, but it is hard to keep up with it and my other stories, so I want help. Please contact me if you are interested! You must be: 1.) Active on Fanfiction 2.) A good writer (good grammar and spelling) 3.) You must have read all three ACOTAR books. I would be looking for someone to write every other chapter, so we switch off. In further news, the ACOTAR movie! Who's excited? I am! Onto the chapter! Enjoy!

Rhysand:

Two days after the Court of Nightmares had arrived, they had left, tired of having to sleep on the road because no one would give them lodging, and tired of not being able to do anything here.

It was a huge relief when they left in peace, and even though I had though Keir's head would burst it was so red with anger, I didn't think that they would be returning any time soon, or at least, returning any time soon with the intent to enjoy the city.

If they would return with the might of the Darkbringers, I couldn't say, but the odds did not seem likely. Keir might be prideful and ambitious, but I think even he could get it into his thick head that if he attempted to attack Velaris, his army would be mist before they could get within a mile of the city.

Velaris had been on edge for the duration of the stay, and it was good to see the city so alive again after they left. Or, most of them left, it would be more accurate to say.

On the first day that the Court was here, before she had come to torture me, Feyre had taken a few members of the Court aside and given them complete access to the city. She had seen that they were dreamers, just like Mor had been, she had told me.

I trusted my mate, and it seemed that she was right, and the people were harmless, just born into the wrong place, but I still had Azriel watching them. It would be a while yet before I trusted the former Court of Nightmares members.

All the same, I had told them that Velaris was open to them for as long as they wished, and that it was a home to dreamers like them. They had seemed a little wary, but thanked me kindly and set out.

Azriel had so far reported nothing amiss, only that they would wander the city, and the shops, and play with the children and help out anyone who needed it. The city had accepted them, and Azriel told me that they would be a good thing.

Mor, of course, had taken to them immediately, even though she was the most wary at first. But then she had met them, and Bam! They were all friends.

"Rhys! Stop looking so thoughtful! It doesn't suit you," Feyre teased me from the chair next to me around the table we were sitting at.

"Please. Everything suits me," I retort, smirking. Feyre stuck her tongue out at me as Cassian jumped into the conversation.

"He has to look thoughtful. It takes every part of his brain to make a thought!" my winged friend declares, grinning.

"At least he has a brain," Azriel says quietly from next to Cassian.

"You know you've hit a low when Az insults someone," Mor hops in, grinning from ear to ear.

There were sounds of protest from Azriel, and roaring laughter from everyone else, that I joined in on.

"Children," Amren said, shaking her head, but smiling nonetheless as she took a sip from her metal cup, made opaque to hide the blood within.

"Well, everyone is a child compared to you Amren. You're down right ancient," Mor shot back, grinning as she poked Amren in the side, making her jump.

"You are absolutely correct Morrigan. So learn to respect your elders!" Amren called out in response.

"But that would break my streak of not respecting my elders!" Mor mockingly whined, pouting a little bit.

"You have a streak too?" Feyre gasped sarcastically, putting her hand over her heart and looking shocked before she broke down laughing, the whole table following her into the howls, even stoic Amren.

"You're all talking about respect, so how about you start showing your High Lord some?" I protest, remembering all of the names that my friends had called me over the decades.

"Of course my liege," Cassian mocked me, getting up from his chair to give me an over extravagant bow.

"Liege? I've heard it's against tradition to be… involved… with your liege," Feyre noted, smirking with that wicked mouth of hers.

"...screw respect then," I announce, causing another round of roaring laughter, and causing Feyre's smirk to deeped.

So I'm worth more than respect? I hear in my mind, claws caressing my mental walls.

I purred low in my throat at the sensation. Most definitely, Feyre Darling.

Feyre simply purred through my mental walls, making me shiver.

"Cauldron, stop that!" Mor protested as goosebumps ran down my arms in wake of my shiver.

"You're just jealous," I teased my cousin, sticking my tongue out.

"Oh, just you wait until I bring a girl home. You'll see how terrible it is to watch you two lovebirds," Mor responded.

"Whatever you say cousin," I said laughing.

The conversation lulled as everyone ate their dinner and drank their wine, just threads of words between people.

When everyone was finished with their food and drinks, and my shadows servants came to take everything away, the mood sombered, and I spoke the words I had been pushing down all night.

"I received a letter from Tamlin."

Buh buh buhhhh! Cliffhanger! Sorry not sorry. I'll read you all sometime soonish, I suppose, to pull you up off that cliff. Till next time! Bye!