Sorry it took so long to update this guys!
The sun shone through the windows, Tamlin's arm draped across my naked body. I groaned and got up, morning sickness hadn't bothered me. The nightmares didn't bother me, what is wrong with me? It's Tamlin. He doesn't even care if I was suffering, Rhys kept me sane. Rhys will forgive me. I dressed myself in riding clothes and winnowed to the stables. I looked at my horse, I would miss her. (A/N I don't remember the horses name or what it looked like so do shoot me k?) The white mare whinnied and snorted as I jumped on her back, no saddle. I didn't have time to get one. And where I was headed, you couldn't winnow, I had tried a while ago. I dug my heels into Nala's side and she rode out of the stable, her swift feet carrying her towards our destination.
We arrived on the top of a small mountain at the edge of the spring court, the sun was setting, and I was starving. I should have brought food. My horse whinnied a few times and stomped her hooves. She was hungry as well. I would have to hurry and find some food.
I ended up feeding her some berries and a fruit, and for myself I had the same. Nala bent her legs and sat on the ground. I let her; I could get this on my own. I located the Viker root growing in a small hole in the face of the mountain, how was I going to get it? Who knows what could be in there. Creatures I have not yet face, not to mention insects that aren't in the human realm. I looked into the hole, seeing the purple flower that blossomed from the root. I swore violently. How would I get this out? _"I don't support this."_ I heard in my head. _"I thought you hated me."_ I replied, racking my brain to find a solution. "Well, how can I hate you when you're wearing that?"_ He said, I looked down at my outfit, a pair of tight fitting pants and a tunic that hugged my curves. I snickered and sat down. _"you always did like my breasts."_ I replied. _"I still do Feyre; I love you, no matter what you do with the little children in your womb."_ I felt tears falling from the corner of my eyes, _"ugh, don't turn into a soppy mess now, you're not fragile Feyre, you're strong."_ I could feel him grinning. _"But I'm not."_ I felt the tears running down my face. _"Feyre, you survived Amarantha, you survived Hyburn, you are strong."_ I stood and without even thinking I put my hand in the hole and took out the root. I could feel stinging up and down my arm, but I didn't care. I was strong. _"That's the Feyre I know and love."_ He purred. I felt an insect on my arm as I pulled it out of the small hole. A bee of some sort rested its hind end on my arm. I could see a large red mark forming around it. The bee wasn't black and yellow; it was light green and red. Not a good sign.