Feyre
Six weeks past with a new routine. Nevaeh would come in everyone morning to do my hair and help me get dressed. It seemed that every week Nevaeh could pull the strings on the back of dress tighter and tighter. I would then go down to breakfast with Tamlin and Pilaria, but no Lucien. After he left to go to the Night Court with my blood Tamlin sensed him leaving. When he was gone Tamlin closed the borders completely, not letting him back in. I have no idea if his mission worked or not.
Every night before going to bed I tell Rhysand about my day and I always finished with I love you. That is usually when Tamlin would then come into my room. I had give him what he wanted. Cauldron knew I didn't want to, but this is what is expected of me. It tore me up inside, but I knew that Rhysand would understand after his years under the mountain.
I usually just laid there and left Tamlin to enjoy himself. Some nights though he wanted more out of me, and I gave. Tamlin would leave right after though. Sometimes I would throw up right then, other nights I would wake up from my nightmares and throw up.
Hybern and Jurian came about once a week. Tamlin talked strategy with Hybern as Jurian trained me. He wasn't as good of a trainer as Cassian, but then again, I wasn't trying like I did with Cassian. I did enough to keep myself in shape. They weren't rude or cruel to me. Other than the casual jokes, Jurian and I were actually getting along. Their ideas started to make sense to me, slightly.
After about the fourth week my nightly reports to Rhysand started to slow. He didn't need a nightly update. Once in a blue moon would work. Cauldron knew if he could hear me anyway.
Pilaria and I became friendly. Nothing like Ianthe and me. I would not fall into that trap again. Never. Still, I was pleasant enough to Pilaria. I was not going to let a high priestess screw me over again. But then, I started to think that I could really trust Pilaria. Why should I have to hide everything from her?
When Tamlin and Hybern were discussing plans in front of all of us, me, Pilaria, and Jurian, I even offered up some ideas knowing certain weak points of the Night Court. And then I was shocked I did so, but then I didn't feel so guilty.
Rhysand
Over the first four weeks of Feyre being gone my frustration was what I thought of an all time high. Feyre would nightly report strategies and numbers of the Hybern forces. She would tell me about her day. She would say I love you to me. I would respond to everything said, but it didn't go through to her.
Every night I knew she was blocking me out when Tamlin was there with her. She never wanted me to see that. However, at night her nightmares would prevent her from having her shields up. Her terrors of rotating from me, her sisters, Lucien, Cassian, Mor, Armen, and Az, dying or being tortured played through hers and then in my head every night. Mor begged me to shut them out, but how could I. I couldn't let Feyre go through this alone. If she came back, no when she came back, she needs to know I was there with her the whole time.
But, around week four I could sense a cloud around her head. Something or someone was interfering with Feyre. Slowly everything was being cut off from me. On the sixth week, I couldn't take it anymore. I need to get her back here. I called a meeting.
Feyre's blood had healed both Az and Cas. Cassian wasn't fully himself yet, but he was getting there.
Azriel, Cassian, Amren, Mor, Elaine, Nesta, Lucien, and I sat around the dinner table in the house of wind.
"It is time we get Feyre out." The words leave my mouth, and everyone is silent.
"About time," Amren says, and she lets out a deep breath and leans back against her chair.
"Did she finally ask for us to help her escape?" Mor seemed relieved by this.
"Well not exactly." Everyone looked rather puzzled.
"Is she okay?" Elaine asked with a bit of fear in her voice. Lucien automatically grabbed her hand at his.
Over the past six weeks that two have got along wonderfully. I am not sure if they have completely accepted their mating bond, but each day the two get closer and closer. Nesta and Cassian were doing the same for a while when Cas was healing. However, ever since Cassian has been going out and doing his duties as the commander of the night court armies. I told him he could more time off, but he just wanted to get back to his old duties.
"She is fine, but just a little off." this was the only response I could think of.
"Off in what way?" Said Nesta with no readable emotion on her face.
"It is hard to explain—"
"Well try," Nesta said sharply before I could even start explaining.
"For the first four weeks of being there, she was falling back into the way she was after under the mountain; Well she was stronger mentally. She had so much fight in her. She had silent victories all the time." I couldn't help thinking of when she told me that she told Tamlin that the orb Mor's father owns was in the Weaver's home. The repercussions that followed will always make me smile.I continued speaking, "But in spite of her being stronger than anyone I know, her body wasn't doing the best. She would have her nightmares again. They drained her. She was getting sick most nights." I was thinking now of the night when Feyre told me of her day when she was looking in the mirror at herself before she was about to take a bath. Her collarbone jutted out. Her higher ribs could be seen above her breasts. Her cheeks sunk in. Her hair even seemed duller. "But, two weeks ago, her mind started to break. A small cloud that I didn't even know was present started to become more pronounced. I think the cloud, or whatever it is starting forming during her nightmares. She doesn't have control of her shields then. I can slip into more easily as the weeks have been going on."
"What are you exactly trying to say?" Armen asked she was sitting up more straight. I could tell that she was thinking the same thing as me.
"I can't be sure but, it feels like their is a daemati in the Spring Court."