I'm back again, and if I remember correctly, it's been less than a week I believe. So, that puts me on top of things. Hopefully by the time that I publish that it is still under a week. Fingers crossed and all that junk. Enjoy!
Rhysand:
My chat with the Suriel had been extremely helpful, and by the time that the Suriel had disappeared into the trees, I had learned all that I needed to. And now, I needed to get back to my Mate. I had noticed how much seeing another Suriel had shaken her up.
Winnowing to the street outside our townhouse I opened up the door to find Feyre pacing a path into the carpet. "Rhys!" my wife exclaimed when she saw me. "Rhys, Rheniya is dead, and all of the awful things happening around the courts are from the last pieces of Hybern's revolution, and now the rest of the group from the Hewn City is gone, and they could be anywhere in Prythian by now and I have no idea how to find them!" Feyre ranted, throwing her hands up in the air as silver lined her eyes.
It was so hard to see my Mate carrying the same weight that I had carried for centuries, ruling the Night Court. I walked the four steps to Feyre and gathered her in my arms as she let out the frustration pent up from everything happening at the Courts.
"We will find them. No matter how far they go, or how fast they run. We will find them together, the way we do everything best," I whispered in my wife's ear, and I could feel her nod against my chest.
I made contact with Azriel, updating him on everything that I had found out from the Suriel, and what Feyre had just told me using my Daemati powers as Feyre held onto me.
When Feyre let go, I looked down at her and smirked. "In the meantime, how about we have a little fun?" I say, winking.
Some of the fear and worry melting from Feyre's eyes, a grin meets mine in return as she leads me upstairs to our room.
Feyre:
Waking up next to Rhysand was something that I would never get tired of. No matter how often I did it, and no matter what was happening around us at any moment, getting to wake up in the morning next to this gorgeous, sweet male was always an amazing way to begin my day.
It was amazing for about five minutes, just lying there next to my perfect Mate. And then everything that needed to get done today came rushing in, and the golden hues of the morning turned ashy.
I rolled out of bed, padding across the room to the wardrobe to change into the Illyrian leathers hanging there. The familiar feel of the fighting gear enveloped me, the material fitting like a glove. It had been a while since I had put these on. When Cassian and I trained, or Azriel would teach me new flying techniques, so I would be able to fight with the Illyrians if the need again arose, I just wore leggings and a shirt.
There hadn't been a reason to really don the leathers in a while. Everything hadn't been running smoothly per say, but it hadn't been bad enough to warrant going on a quest. Nothing like what had prompted me to constantly wear them before the war with Hybern.
I knew my Mate wore them whenever he went to the Illyrian mountains to settle something with this clan leader or that clan leader, but I had had my own duties to attend to around Velaris, and had never joined along.
I made a mental note to do that one of these times. If I was going to be a good High Lady to the Night Court then I was going to have to learn about all of the citizens, not just those in Velaris.
Rhysand must have heard me get up, since a pair of arms wrapped around me at that moment. I melted back into them, thinking it was Rhysand.
It was not Rhysand. The arms pulled tighter and put a hand over my mouth, muffling my voice. The person behind me started walking backwards, dragging me to the door, still in my night wear. I screamed as loud as I could, trying to wake Rhysand up as my kidnapper pulled me closer to the door.
I must have screamed loud enough that even with the hand over my mouth Rhys shot up and his magic immediately flared out, fear cascading through his eyes. I was Rhys' true fear. Or, losing me, I suppose.
As his magic, black as night, neared us, the man winnowed. He must have wanted Rhysand to see what was happening to me. And as the black void that came with winnowing enveloped me, terror struck deep and true into me.
Hybern had me.
Hybern had me.
Hybern had me.
They had wanted me during the war. They had wanted me dead. And now they had me and who knew what was going to happen. The Cauldron knew if I would ever see my family again. See Rhys again.
Tears started leaking from my eyes, but I stopped them. I may never see my family again. But until I died, I was the High Lady of the Night Court. And I would not cry.
Sorry for that, but it needed to happen. Feyre's strong, she should be fine. Right? Till next time! Bye!
