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Rhysand:

Once Feyre sent out the letter to Lucien, detailing what was happening in the Dawn Court, and asking him to help, since his friend is a mechanic there, I had to leave for Velaris to follow up on a suspicion of mine.

The Dreamers who Feyre had pulled from the Court of Nightmares. They were the only people who I could think of who might have a hand in what was happening to Prythian's courts, since they were from the Hewn City, and many of its inhabitants were supporters of Hybern during the war.

That was my job in all of this, since the small handful of people that I fully trusted to do this were completing other tasks that were more important to the present.

That was always how it seemed to be in my inner circle. My family did the things that were needed now, and I always ended up being the one scheming for the future, setting things up and keeping secrets that would eventually help us.

I was the High Lord who worked towards the big picture, and they were the saviors that my people recognized.

And before I had met Feyre, as happy as I was for my family, it had hurt that even to my own people, I wasn't the hero. But then I had met my mate, and she had helped me completely come to terms with being the male behind the curtains.

And as I winnowed into Velaris I thought that that was the best thing I could be doing for my people, especially as I made my way to the inn where the Dreamers were staying and found that their rooms were all empty.

Flying over Velaris, looking for any sign of the Dreamers, I thought about what I had asked Feyre to do before I had left.

She had kissed me goodbye crying, and it had broken my heart to see, since I was asking her to do he thing that was making her cry. I had asked my mate to catch a Suriel. She was uncannily good at doing it, even if we suspected that her friend, the Suriel who had died before the final battle with Hybern, had let herself be caught.

Having to face a Suriel after watching the one Feyre had come to care for would no doubt be difficult, but it had to be done. There were questions we needed answers to that only a Suriel could provide. Feyre had agreed, on the condition that I would come when she caught the Suriel.

Her exact words were, "I can deal with catching the Suriel, but to stand there and look at it, when they all look the same" my wife had gotten out before beginning to cry softly.

I had wrapped my arms around her, and comforted her until it was time for us both to begin our missions. But I knew how capable my mate was, so I was on a clock, because the moment Feyre called that she had caught the Suriel, I would drop whatever I was doing to go wherever she was.

I landed in the middle of the street, having caught sight of one of the Dreamers. Striding up to her, I first asked what her name was and apologized for not having welcomed her into the city sooner. I had decided that not letting on that I was suspicious of her would make her more comfortable, and more likely to reveal something she may otherwise not have.

"My name is Emili High Lord," The woman answered, smiling graciously. "Thank you for coming to welcome me."

I smiled back, trying to mask my caution. "I have a question for you too Emili," I began. When the woman nodded that I should ask it I continued. "Do you like rubies?" I asked casually, like I was asking the weather.

In reality, every nerve in me was on alert, studying her face for any reaction when I asked my question. It paid off, her eyes flashing with alarm.

Watching her was a waste though, since she bolted a few moments after I asked my question, shoving through vendors to get away. I took to the sky, spreading my wings out and catching up with her in no time. Quickly I winnowed us away to right outside the House of Wind, and then flew the rest of the way in.

Racing down the halls, carrying the girl I reached the bottom floor in no time, the level inside the mountain where the crown room was. And the dungeon.

In the dungeon, one of my predecessors had thought it wise to include a lead lined room, which I locked the "Dreamer" in. More like wicked dreamer.

Leaving the girl there, under lock, key, and spell, for Azriel to question later, I made my way back to the uppermost floor, and hopped off the balcony.

Time to return to Feyre.

Feyre and the Suriel.

Guys and Girls I am sorry. Truly. I'm in a bit of a writing slump, which is why this chapter is terribly written and quick paced and just horrible, along with being short. But either way, speaking of being short, I am going to make this story short too. I am thinking maybe around 16 or 17 chapters? We will see how writing goes after this awful chapter. Till next time! Bye!