I ate a simple breakfast of bread and jam. I sipped on some tea walking through the halls trying to find the library only to be too tired to look at more than two floors of rooms. So, with nothing else to do, I sat in the sitting room waiting for my guests to arrive.

My father's journal was in another hand opened to the first page. It had to be a copy. the leather binding was newer yet someone scratched it up to look older at a quick glance. The pages had yet to be stained with age and the faint ink smell told me father finished copying shortly before giving it to me. Naturally, he could not truly part with his life's work. The first page was the start of a legend or a history.

When the Mother saw fit to create Prythian, poured out of the cauldron came eight lands, eight courts; Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Night. These lived separately from each other with respect. However, it could not last. Two of the most ruthless courts equals of strength, Dusk and Night came to war. The court was accused of breaking the balance with trickery and seduction of the Night Court's Highlord, for the ruler of Dusk was no highlord, but a highlady!...

The sound of wings on the balcony tore me from the journal. I made no effort to hide it but placed it next to me on the couch. Not long after Rhysand and Azriel landed on the balcony with Feyre and Elain.

After saying goodbye to the winged males, they sat themselves in the sitting room. Elain had some cream-orange flowers to match the strawberry in my hair. I thanked her for them despite the flowers still too orange to be an exact match.

We talked some about life as a mortal, and their sister Nesta how was having a hard time adjusting to immortality. All three of them did. "I think with the war against Hybern, she didn't have to adjust. She wouldn't let herself...process, till the war ended and we all had to go back to living a normal life, without it being the normal she was used to. She couldn't distract herself, so she is looking for distractions. I only hope she snaps out of it soon."

Elain chipped in, "After I learned to control my powers, see past the visions to the present, I was able to adjust. I just needed to see the people around me, not just images. Sometimes it is still hard to push out the voices and visions but I am getting better."

I listened to the information they told me. Things that would be very personal, that they would tell just anyone. I must be someone they trust, someone they felt could benefit from their tales. Still, my mind wandered to the Highladies of Dusk. I turned to Feyre, "How is being Highlady?"

She set down the tea she was drinking, thinking hard, "From what I can tell...no different from Highlord except I am female. I am glad to have Rhys' help. When I was in the Spring Court, the idea of being Highlady terrified me just as much as simply being a highlord's wife. Seeing the Inner Circle's way of ruling, relaxed and untraditional was surprising but refreshing and not overwhelming. I'm rarely burdened with traditions and practiced appearances, except when at the court of nightmares, sorry. When there is trouble comes, it is not just me and Rhysand, but all of us. This is my court, my family and friends! People who look me in the eye calling me by my name, not just people lowering their heads calling me My Lady."

From what I heard, Feyre playing Bride of Spring was fine by her until under the mountain caught up and Rhysand showed up showing her an alternative life. It bothered me how she talked like playing that part was harder than what she plays in Hewn City. That she might have enjoyed it and needed to apologize. I understand she was trying to explain one was easier and better for her because of the people and place she was in mentally. However, it didn't come across that way, all because of one word, 'sorry'. It was the least she could say like she wanted it out of the way.

Trying to shake my anger I joked, "So you became Highlady of the Nightcourt because everyone is lazy and parties all the time like they are not the most powerful people in Prythian until you have to, together?" yet secretly meant it.

Elain and Feyre laughed before she added, "Not to mention being around attractive males all day. Getting to be the first of something is also pretty satisfying."

Thinking back to the journal, "Don't tell my father that. He is a strong believer in the myths and legends of the Dusk court."

Both females lend closer. Elain spoke first, "There was a Dusk court?"

"I heard there are myths, but the Dusk court was never real, was it? No one ever told me much about it. Just that it lost a war to the nightcourt and was lost."

I pulled up my father's journal, "'My father wrote all the myths, legends and theories down and told many to me. As I child, I loved those stories. As I got older and I heard them a million times, it became my father's irritating hobby. He gave me a copy of his journal, so exact, I thought it was his original journal. The myths start as Feyre said, that a war broke between Dusk and Night. The heir to the nightcourt fell in love with the heir of dusk. May different versions say Duskcourt killed the Nightcourt Highlord for manipulating the heir into love to try to steal their land. The Duskcourt did it to steal nightcourt land and the heir was never in love. The Nightcourt's sons loved the heir too and killed their father for her hand, or simply to be highlord and blamed it on Dusk.'

'Most common, the story my father believed and recorded was that though the Nightcourt and Duskcourt were equal in power, Dusk was considered weaker because it was ruled, not by highlords, but highladies.'" Feyre sat closer to the end of her seat. "'And as follows...'

'Duskcourt being ruled by highladies and women inferior to males was believed to be stronger if ruled by males. So once the Highlord of Night and heir of Dusk were discovered to be mates, all of Prythian became afraid of the power they would hold. If these were joined, either highlord or lady could be future heirs, powerful ones combined of two courts. Males or females, they would be more powerful than any high faerie.

The courts decided against this marriage and may believe it was all, if not one or more of them that killed and dismembered the Highlord of Night and left him on the courts borders. Only on the duskcourt side of it. Thinking the nighcourt killed their own as a threat, Dusk made the first move. Night thinking Dusk had tricked and betrayed them, never hesitate to strick back. Things only got worse when the Duskcourt heir was found dead. No one could tell if it was by her own hand or the hand of another. Let alone who's hand.

The war continued for five years. Due to their power, Dusk covered much of the Nightcourt in large stone mountains. But even that could not stop the nightcourts was armies of high and lesser fae. Dusk being ruled by highladies was its weakness as females could not heir as many offspring as males. Once the highlady fell, taking any hope of another heir with her, Dusk fell. All memory, all trace was removed from its existence. Only those who may or may not have survived from Dusk can say it existed without anyone to believe them!'"

"I remember my father telling me those same stories," Rhysand started us causing Elain to yelp. "There are even some books in the library about it. Good old tales of the nightcourt make even ourselves seem like villains to entertain ourselves."

Feyre looked confused, "But the story is unclear."

Both Rhysand and I stated there was more. More that was even hinted at in the original tale. "The nightcourts daemati powers are what erased the Duskcourt. Some stories say we even killed everyone. Others imprisoned the Highfae and forced the lesser fae to become servants. One or two say that those who surrendered had a choice to live like us in the mountains they created, or die from us. It is a myth of how the mountains came to the Nightcourt as the Duskcourt had powers related to stone and dirt. It is also an origin story of the prison or Hewn City," he explained casually, "Anyway, I hate to pry you away but I need to speak with Feyre."

Feyre stood to go with Rhysand as I said my goodbyes and thank her for the visit. Elain stayed seated, "I'll stay here. Maybe we can find some of those books to add to your father's journal!?"

Feyre only smiled as she turned away and left with my cousin as Elain jumped up and lead me away.