A/N: This is the penultimate Chapter!

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Chapter 13

The tiredness had got to a point that not long after I'd finished talking to Lucien I fell asleep on his bed. I was woken up a couple of hours later by the healer, who suggested I move to my own room for my own comfort but also so that she could tend to Lucien better, but Lucien told her to leave me alone. She left us alone, tutting and muttering to herself about preferring to treat Spring faeries.

I don't know how much later it was that I was disturbed again, this time by Cassian. "Come on Feyre," he said, picking me up, "let's get you back to your room." I vaguely thought about telling him to put me down, that I was perfectly capable of walking, but I was asleep in his arms before he'd left the room.

Alis was the one who finally woke me up properly. "Good afternoon Lady Feyre," she said brightly, pulling open the drapes to reveal the glorious sunshine outside, earning a hiss from me at the brightness, as I pulled the sheets over my head. "You need to hurry up and get some of the food I've brought up in you, before that brute out there eats it all – you and that baby need to eat."

I couldn't remember when the last time I ate was, and the thought of food made my stomach rumble and the baby kick more so than normal. I rolled out of bed and saw I was still in my hunting clothes – minus my boots – so I just went as I was into the main room.

Cassian and Mor were sat at the table, picking at the food that Alis said she had brought up. Cassian's plate was piled high, and being too lazy to get my own, I leaned around him and grabbed his plate before going to sit next to Mor, tossing a grape into my mouth as I sat down.

"Hey!" he protested. Mor laughed at the indignant look on his face.

"Being High Lady has its privileges," I mumbled around a mouth full of his food.

"It means that you're allowed to boss me around and give me orders, not steal my food," Cassian grumped.

"Ok ok ok," Mor chimed in, trying to stifle her giggles, "Feyre orders you to give her your food!" I couldn't help it, but I burst out laughing along with Mor. Our giggling was abruptly stopped when a bowl of fruit rained down on my head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, High Lady," Cassian drawled, "but I thought you wanted my food." He narrowed his eyes at me and flashed me his cocky grin. I had to get back at him, I just needed to figure out how!

After I'd picked the biggest bits of fruit out my hair I headed to my bathing room. Mor came with me and sat on my bed filling me in on what had happened whilst I was asleep, as I was in the bath. About an hour after I'd gone into Lucien's room Rhys, Azriel and Nesta had been called away. Azriel took Nesta to deal with the Illyrians and Rhys and Azriel then went to meet the other High Lords to discuss the attack on Elain and Lucien. All the members of Autumn had disappeared, no doubt gone back to their own borders, which meant that getting retribution was going to be difficult. Eris was still in the dungeons of the Hewn City and Azriel would go later to question him further. Cassian had carried me to my room after he and Mor decided I was out for the night. The healer reported that Elain was still in shock from her ordeal, and Lucien appeared to be recovering well. Mor also told me that Amren had sent word that everything was ok in Night, and that she wanted to someone to trade off with her, so she could go hunting herself.

When I was finally free of fruit I got dried then dressed in the clothes Mor had gotten ready for me. I was glad to hear everything appeared to be in hand – now I had to get my revenge on Cassian!

Back in the main room, Mor and I found that Elain was now sat at the table with Cassian. She looked up at my approach and gave me a tentative smile. "Cassian told me what he did." I just grunted and sat down next to her. Elain looked at me pointedly and tapped her temple surreptitiously. I knew what she was getting at, so I linked in to her mind.

What's up? I asked her.

What are you going to do to Cassian? She asked.

Nothing, I suppose; although I want to! I really shouldn't, what with everything that happened to you and Lucien yesterday.

Don't let that stop you! We need to laugh, and getting your revenge on him will bring some much-needed levity. Now, I know what you can do….

Rhys, Azriel and Nesta arrived to find Mor, Elain and myself sat at the dining table.

"How's Lucien?" Azriel asked, slumping down into a chair between Mor and Elain.

"Much better," Mor told them. "The healer said he'd be hopefully recovered enough to travel back to Night tomorrow."

Rhys nodded, and also slumped into a chair. It had been a long night for all of us. He looked around us, "where's Cass?" In response, the three of us laughed and Mor knocked on the table. A sheepish looking Cassian emerged from underneath and drew himself up to his full height. Rhys raised an eyebrow in question.

"Cassian here decided to push his High Lady," I said sweetly, adding, "so this High Lady pushed back!"

"What did you make him do?" Rhys asked.

Swinging my feet out from under the table I wiggled my freshly painted toe-nails. Azriel put a hand over his mouth to help him suppress his mirth, whilst Rhys had raised his other eyebrow and was looking at us with sheer surprise.

Cassian stood glaring at the two of them, arms folded across his chest. "I did as I was commanded by my High Lady," he told them matter-of-factly, "just like I'm supposed to."

"Feyre darling, why did you order the general of our armies to paint your toe-nails?"

"He tipped fruit into my hair."

"She stole my food!"

"I'm pregnant! Ha! I WILL use this," I pointed to my swollen abdomen, "to my advantage. Besides, you'd ate most of the food Alis brought up."

Rhys threw his hands up. "Can I assume this – whatever it is – is over?" he asked us hopefully.

"No!" Cassian and I answered at the same time.

After we'd all had a nap Thesan had stopped by to check Lucien and Elain, to see if there was anything extra he might be able to do. He cast some magic over Lucien that he said would shave a couple of days off of his recovery – saying that he was now fit to travel, whenever we were. Lucien's mechanical eye thankfully didn't appear to have been damaged, but Thesan suggested he get Nuan to take a look at it.

Thesan wasn't able to do anything for Elain – either for the scarring or her eye. Thesan also suggested that she visit Nuan, to see if she could fashion Elain an eye similar to Lucien's, but Elain didn't seem so keen on the idea. At the moment, with the shock of everything, she had been trying to keep the injury as low-key as possible; she kept a section of hair long, sweeping it across the front of her face and refused to talk about it to any of us about what happened. I had worried that this incident would be a step back for her, that she would regress further into her shell, but she seemed more at ease talking to us all in general.

Rhys had left with Thesan to say goodbye to the other High Lords, who were getting ready to take their leave and return to their respective Courts. He'd decided to take Cassian with him, lest he "continue their juvenile game"! Mor and Nesta had accompanied them in my place, as I was too tired to leave. Azriel was reading reports in the main room whilst Elain and I were sat in Lucien's bedroom, talking when there was a knock at the door. Azriel answered it, and we heard him talking. I poked my head out the bedroom and saw Tamlin standing there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was stood.

Elain also came to the bedroom door upon hearing his voice. "Hello Tamlin," she greeted, angling the left side of her face away from him.

"Elain, Feyre," he reciprocated. He seemed to be warring with himself for what he wanted to say. We stood there looking at him as he took a deep breath and blurted out, "I've come to see Lucien, if he's up to it."

Elain motioned for him to come inside. Lucien had obviously heard who was here, and why, so he motioned for me to come closer to him. "Any ideas why he's here?" he whispered in my ear. I shrugged my shoulders in response. He sighed. "Tell Tamlin to come in." I nodded and opened the door, beckoning Tamlin and Elain to enter the room.

I sat on the end of Lucien's bed, whilst Tamlin and Elain took a chair each. Tamlin cast an appraising glance over Lucien, then turned his head towards Elain. Elain again twisted the scarred side of her face away from him, Lucien let out a growl in response. Tamlin's hands shot up and he hastily muttered an apology. The atmosphere in the room became tense, it seemed no-one wanted to speak first to break it. I was just opening my mouth to speak, but Tamlin beat me to it.

"I want to apologise for what happened to you both last night. With the help of Feyre's legion we have combed all of Spring and can't find any sign of Arian or Meras. As you already know, the main party from Autumn left before the we could ask them any questions. Rhysand wants to handle things officially, so we have both sent messages to Beron declaring his sons' enemies of Spring and Night." Elain looked up at him, so he answered the questioning look she gave him. "It means, Lady Elain, that if they are found in any other Court, that Court is honour-bound to inform us immediately, or risk war."

Elain gasped, shaking her head vigorously. Her eyes holding unshed tears. Lucien tried to lean over to put his hand on hers, but he winced at the pain. I got off the bed and carefully knelt down in front of her. "Elain," I said tentatively, "I know that you don't want a fuss caused over you, but you need to understand that this needs to happen. We need to find them, and we need to let the other Courts know that we won't tolerate attacks on any of our Court." Tamlin and Lucien nodded in agreement at my words. "At least Rhys is trying to do it properly," I added, "if I had my way I'd hunt them down personally and show them what Night is capable of."

"I agree with your sister," Tamlin told her.

"B..b..but I d..don't w..want you f..f..fighting b..b..be..c..c..cause o..of m..m..me," she whimpered. I pulled her into a hug and saw Lucien do his best to pull himself out of bed to go to her.

Tamlin saw Lucien's futile attempts to get to Elain, so he stood up and offered a hand to him. Lucien's eyes darted to mine, unsure whether to accept the gesture. I inclined my head infinitesimally – in the hope that Tamlin wouldn't see – to indicate that I thought he should accept. He huffed out a breath and held his hand out for Tamlin to grab. Tamlin pulled him up into a sitting position and Lucien gingerly swung his legs off the bed. He took a deep breath – to steel himself from the pain that he knew was about to hit him – and attempted to stand. I could see that he had his teeth gritted together in his determination, as did Tamlin, who stood forward to assist him again. I was glad that Tamlin was there to assist and steady Lucien, as his face had visibly paled with the effort he was putting in to get to Elain. I kind of wished that I had made him stay in bed – I didn't want the healer to get cross with me.

Once he was stood, he took a few deep breaths with his eyes shut, before he opened them, and I saw his steely determination. He took a tentative step towards the chair Tamlin was sat in, and stumbled. Thankfully Tamlin caught him and eased him into the chai that he was sat in. Once settled, Lucien tentatively put his hand over Elain's.

"My brothers are monsters, Elain," he told her gently. "Feyre and Tamlin know of the heinous things they have done in the past, and whilst some of them I won't tell you about – as it's not my story to tell – know that this is a long time coming." Elain had turned away from him, so he reached out and gently took hold of her chin and pulled her face to look at him. "I am truly thankful that you are still here with me and weren't seriously hurt. I suppose in some ways I have Eris to thank for that," he added.

Sliding her fingers to her face, Elain held the hair away from her scar, so that we could all see. I heard Tamlin's breath catch as he saw the injury in detail, I tried not to cry again, but Lucien didn't flinch, look away or look at her sympathetically – he looked at her with the love and adoration that he had always looked at her with. Elain noticed and pointed to her scar, "how can you love me when I look like this?" she asked quietly.

If it were possible, Lucien's face softened more at her words and obvious distress. "Elain, I love you, not just because of the bond, but I have come to love the person you are; for who you are inside. I don't see your scar, I just see you; a female who is learning to live in a new world, with new abilities and with new friends, but still has a kindness and warmth that would rival that of a natural-born faerie. Your love and compassion are there for all to see, especially when you look at your sisters. That is the faerie I love, the fact you are pretty is a bonus; and you are pretty." He picked up her hand and gently kissed the back of it.

The smile that Elain gave him had to have been the biggest I've seen since she'd been changed. I was glad that she had Lucien, and that things appeared to be working out for them. I knew that Lucien would continue to take things slowly, but it appeared – at least for the moment – that their shared trauma had brought them closer together. I hoped that it continued.

Feeling somewhat self-conscious, I got up from the ground and told Elain and Lucien I was going to get a drink and asked Tamlin to join me, to give them some time to talk.

As Tamlin went to leave with me he turned back to Lucien. "I know that things between us have been…..strained of late, but I want you to know that you are my friend and you will always have a home in Spring and a place in my Court." He then left the room, leaving the three of us shocked at his declaration.