Aelin walked through the corridors, casually admiring herself in the reflections of the windows. Once you got past how frail and sickly she was, the dress didn't look half bad. The bandages that wrapped up her neck, elongated it and gave her an edge. Not to mention the two savage lines down her cheekbones, if it weren't for the story behind them, Aelin would've liked them. She wondered how Rowan would take them, would he see the odd beauty of them or just see where someone had hurt her.

"Right through those doors." said the servant female guiding her, pointing at a set of wooden doors adorned with golden leaves and flowers. A little much for lunch, Aelin thought to herself, taking the remaining steps to the closed doors. She looked back, waving goodbye to the servant as they walked back up the stairs. Then Aelin returned her eyes to the doors. Two flowers arched to form delicate gold handles, a normal person would have open one door and slipped in. But Aelin was queen, and even if she had no intention of telling them that, she was going to act like it.

So she took hold of both handles and pushed them open, shoulders back, head high, and with an arrogant smirk on her lips, Aelin strutted into the dining room, her eyes meeting the leaf green ones of the blond male who sat at the head of the table. She did not look away, she would not look away until he broke the stare. Goddamn her, she was just as bad as Aedion and Rowan. Both the red haired male and the brown haired female were there, she noticed from the corners of her eyes. The table was ridiculously large for only four people. Aelin wondered if they had only decided to eat here to try to intimidate her.

She grinned wider as she slowly, calmly walked to the chair opposite to the male, it was a good three meters away from him, and from some perspectives, the real head of the table. Aelin slid into the chair her body relaxed and loose, leaning on the arm rest, and holding the stare. Her grin crueler by the second. The female was also looking at her, an amused expression with a hint of admiration on her face. The redheaded male was looking straight ahead, pretending nothing was going on.

Finally the red haired male cleared his throat, giving the blond an excuse to look away. Aelin slid his gaze to him, and as he turned to look her back she noticed with some surprise the mechanical eye adorned with a scar, her smile turned a little softer and more genuine. The male looked away, glancing between his companions. The female began casually serving herself food from the platters that were emitting intoxicating smells. The mechanical male sighed and followed her lead.

The male at the head, however, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, "What is your name?"

Hmm, what was her name? She could choose any name she wanted, but she felt more comfortable with her defaults: Aelin Glayathinus or Celaena Sardothien. Though Terrasen was probably too far away for them to know about her, using Aelin seemed too risky.

"My name is Celaena Sardothien, and your's is?"

The blond look displeased with her answer but responded, "I am Tamlin, High lord of the spring court. This," he said gesturing to the male on his right, "is Lucien, a member of my court." Lucien nodded politely.

"And Feyre, my fiancée" Feyre smiled at her, a true, genuine smile which Aelin gladly returned.

"How did you get on my dinning room table?" Tamlin continued his eyes narrowing.

Aelin opened her mouth but was cut of by him, "You said something about an iron box?"

She cleared her throat and gave him a pointed look, "I was going to say that I was held captive in an iron box."

She waited until he spoke, "Yes, but how did yo-"

Aelin cut him off, dismissively waving a hand, "Magic", she answered mysteriously, throwing a leg over the chair and delicately picking up the glass of wine. Completely at home.

Tamlin looked her up and down disapprovingly, "You are mortal, you have no magic."

She smiled sweetly, taking a sip of wine. Oh gods it was amazing, she had forgotten what flavor was. "That's what you're suppose to think." Aelin had no intention of revealing wyrdmarks to them.

Tamlin growled, rising from his seat, "You will tell me how you got here."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Because, you are the one who has mysteriously appeared in my court, how am I to know that you are not a spy?"

He abruptly turned to the female- Feyre, "Do you recognize her from the Night Court?", Tamlin demanded.

A puzzled look passed over her eyes, before they darkened. Feyre nearly growled, "No."

Tamlin's gaze returned to Aelin's, "How did you get here? The truth, I can scent if you're lying."

Aelin struggled not to roll her eyes, instead straightening in her seat. Plastering on a look of defeat on her features, "Fine."

Tamlin slid into his chair a small satisfied smile on his lips that made her want to send a dagger of flames flying at him.

"The truth is," she said rubbing her face, "I don't know how I got here, one moment I was in the box, the next I was on your table. The only thing I remember is a blinding purple light." Tamlin slurped it up, not even thinking to question her story, to him she was an useless mortal girl, with an attitude.

"Why were you captured? What do you do for a living?", the infuriating smile still on his stupid face.

Aelin shrugged, leaning back in her chair, "I don't really know why I was taken, I've made quite a few enemies."

He nodded, "And what do you do for a living?"

"What I can, odd jobs. I've been part of a hand full of burglaries and assassinations." Lies with a hint of truth, just like Abroynn had taught her.

"Where are you from?"

Aelin swallowed, this could go poorly, "Terrasen."

Tamlin and Lucien both look towards Feyre, "Have you heard of it?" Lucien questioned.

So, this Feyre had some connection with this world's mortal lands.

Feyre looked at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on her face, "I think I've heard of it."

Tamlin and Lucien turned to each other debating in hushed tones, completely disregarding the female.

Liar. Either Feyre was stupid, or she wasn't on good terms with the high lord. Feyre taking advantage of their distraction, gave her an absolutely wicked grin which Aelin returned. So, Aelin thought, the latter.

The lunch continued with minimal interruptions, sense Aelin didn't want to risk eating, she mostly sat there drinking wine and watching them, deciphering every word they muttered.

Lucien kept glancing at her and her empty plate until he finally got the balls to say, "You should probably eat something.."

Aelin glared at him, and from the corner of the eye saw Feyre's eyes roll. "You obviously don't have much experience with being starved.", was all she said before looking away.

She continued analyzing them, Feyre was interesting... there was obviously some backstory Aelin was missing. The relationship between her and Tamlin was confusing, he seemed completely oblivious to her discontent. Which, to be fair, she hid well. Lucien seemed to be at least suspicious of Feyre's true feelings towards the high lord, where his loyalty lay was questionable. Tamlin, was arrogant, short tempered, and paranoid, which was understandable, Aelin reasoned, she was a stranger to his court. But something about him rubbed her the wrong way, and it was more than the vaguely sexist remarks that had her grinding her teeth.

Feyre caught her eye and smiled, perfectly fine with playing the useless, ignorant victim, it seemed. But Aelin could see through, she was wicked and sly. Aelin smiled back, and deiced she liked the female.

When the lengthy lunch had ended, Aelin walked through the hallways she had already memorized to her room. The servant had not been there to show her back, and was not in the room when she entered. Aelin hoped she would come with the food she had promised soon, she was, quite literally, starving. In the meantime she rummaged through the cupboards and wardrobe, for something more practical and less frilly to wear. Eventually settling on leather pants and an oversize shirt that seemed unnatural without the familiar smell of pine and snow.

After a while of making herself at home, there was a firm knock on the door. And a pleasant voice that said, "Can I come in? I brought food."

Aelin smiled at the prospect of eating, and rushed over to the door opening it. Feyre, in the gown she had been wearing at lunch stood with a tray of fruits, vegetables, bread, and a little bit of meat. And, Aelin noted with delight, chocolate cake.

"Of course", Aelin answered enthusiastically, ushering her in and closing the door behind her.

They sat on the bed and Aelin's hunger got the best of her manners, soon she was devouring the food savoring each bite. Starting with the cake of course. Feyre didn't interrupt her, and just sat with an amused expression on her face.

When Aelin had set aside the food, Feyre grinned at her and opened her mouth to say something. Unfortunately, Aelin felt bile sting her throat, and quickly rushed into the bathroom, regurgitating all the food she had eaten.

When she returned from the interruption, Feyre sat waiting patiently and they continued as if nothing had happened.

"So," Aelin started, leaning back on the headboard, "what's your story?"

Feyre pleasantly raised an eyebrow, "You first, I've never heard of Terrasen."

Ehhhhhh... Not sure if I captured Aelin's sassiness well enough in this chapter..