And we're slipping off the course that we prepared

But in all chaos, there is calculation

Chapter 5: Chaotic Order

"You have been pouting there for over half an hour. Is everything okay Luce?" He'd asked as his best friend was silently staring out the window.

"It's nothing."

"You sound like my mother when she's angry with father. I know nothing always means something you don't want to say."

Lucien looked at him, with slight anger and frustration. "I'm just concerned for your health, you've been out with Rhysand for three nights in a row. Your liver might sustain permanent damage."

"That's what you're worried about? I hardly drink you know. Rhysand's the one who can down a bottle a night."

"All the same."

He smiles, the way in which Lucien's pretty face huffed up when he was mad, and the way his dark skin turned red were so adorable to him that he had to tease the man further.

"Oh, I get it. You're jealous I'm spending so much time with Rhysand!"

He knew he was right when he saw Lucien turn even redder and immediately deny everything. "No, I'm not! Why would I be jealous?! You're being ridiculous!"

Tamlin laughed and cupped Lucien's face. "You've never been a good liar, handsome." He told him as he moved a stray lock of fiery red hair away from his face. "Don't you think that if you're jealous of this I should be jealous of you and Andras? Or maybe all the sentries who love spending time with you? Or the pretty girls that can't stop looking at you?"

Embarrassed Lucien turned away. "That's different, all of those people are my friends from this court. You're dealing with the future lord of Night. I worry."

"There's nothing to worry about Luce. We're just good friends. It would be good for both courts if we can quell this dumb rivalry."

"That is true..."

Tamlin noticed that he was still uncertain, but not for his safety this time, but rather something else.

"You're worried I'm too involved, aren't you?"

"No! No that is none of my business! If you were then it's fine too. As you said it'd be good for the courts if your family rivalry ends with the both of you. Just ignore I ever said anything."

Lucien stood from the bed before Tamlin could stop him. Tamlin stood too and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "You don't need to worry about him. I have no interest in Rhys other than friendship and allyship. Despite what he might say."

He knew the prince of night bragged about teaching him swordsmanship and flirting techniques, Tamlin wasn't bothered by it, as it was true he'd learned new things from his friend, but if he'd know that it would make Lucien upset he would have immediately silenced Rhysand.

"Look, it's fine. I shouldn't have said anything. The truth is I'm happy to hear you're enjoying yourself. It makes me happy to see smiling so much. I was just jealous that for once the cause wasn't me."

"You're my biggest reason to smile," Tamlin told him, turning him around to face him. Lucien's russet eyes were sparkling as they gazed up at him. He was always glad to be taller just so that he could see every gorgeous detail of Lucien's face. The Autumn prince was blushing again but this time he was not angry, rather he leaned into Tamlin's touch as he cupped his face again and smiled.

"You're are my happiness incarnate Lucien. Should I not have you in my life, I'd probably die."

"Don't say that!"

"It's true. No matter what happens, who I meet, or what I do, I'll always need you."

"Gods you really want to make me sentimental, don't you."

"Maybe, or maybe I like seeing you blush and tell me sweet things."

Lucien frowned. "For the latter at least, all you can do is ask."

"Dully noted. Now, what do you say I stay with you tonight instead? I still have time to tell Rhysand I won't be joining him."

"You don't have to do that. It's fine if you want to go with him."

"I'd rather stay here with you."

"Can't argue with that."

"Good. There is something I've learned about, something I think you might like. I've never put it in practice but would love to do so with you."

Lucien was oblivious to that mischievous smirk. "What is it?"

Tamlin didn't say but rather he wrapped his around Lucien's waist and pulled him close before pressing his lips against his.

The kiss was short, gentle but very passionate. Not a moment had passed after he let go before Lucien kissed him just as deeply.

"Think we can spend the night like this?" Tamlin asked.

"Oh absolutely."

Tamlin woke up abruptly, alone in his room. It was probably close to midday than morning from the looks of it. He groaned upon realizing that his dreams of the past had left him flustered and sweating.

He thanked the gods that he was alone and could spend an hour soaking in cold water until his temperature dropped. Even his mouth was dry when he woke. 'Quite the opposite of that night.'

No, he wouldn't think about it, not when he had Lucien sleeping by his side every night, not when he'd been tempted to steal a kiss or two from the redhead.

Once he was finally calm he came out of the bath and began brushing his hair. Lucien walked in, from the looks of it he'd been doing paperwork again. "Good afternoon, wolf. Finally up?"

"No, I'm sleepwalking." He said sarcastically.

Lucien rolled his eye and took the brush from him. "Let me, you look like you slept in a whirlpool."

Tamlin didn't protest, he relaxed as Lucien ran his hands through his hair and carefully brushed each strand. 'How many times did those hands end up tangled in my hair?' He wondered.

"Don't fall asleep again, Tamarand needs us," Lucien told him as he began braiding the blonde strands of hair. "We have to congratulate Lea, the shampoo she made for you is working well."

It really was. His sister had basically made a whole beauty line of products for him, shampoo, moisturizers, even sunscreen, he would've told her not to waste her time if he was not slightly unsettled by the green glare that fell upon him whenever he self-deprecated.

Nesta thought it was funny until she too got her own drawer full of remedies, Lucien was probably next in line but he was not bothered by it. 'Of course not. He's already a glowing beauty."

"Done. Now you look like a lord."

His reflection in the mirror had changed so much in just one month. His bones were no longer noticeable, he had no lines under his eyes, his hair was growing longer and thicker with a brighter shade of gold, and he was gaining back some muscle. It was as if he was seeing himself before he'd been cursed, and before being ruined by the curse breaker.

"If you're done with me, can I braid your hair next?"

"You still remember how to do it?"

"Of course I do. I've missed it."

He didn't mean to make Lucien feel bad, but he noticed the sadness that washed over his expression at that comment.

"Alright."

The former emissary sat on the chair in front of the vanity, while Tamlin braided his hair, he was sensitive whenever anyone touched his hair, anyone except Tamlin that is.

He did indeed remember how to braid, even in his state there were things he knew Tamlin wouldn't forget, though Lucien didn't expect this to be one of them.

"You still shiver when anyone touches your neck." He teased, not telling him that he'd been dying to kiss that neck again.

Lucien laughed. "I wouldn't squirm so much if you weren't doing it on purpose."

"Guilty as charged " Tamlin whispered in his ear.

Lucien shivered again. "I knew it. You like seeing me squirm."

"Always have." He was tempted to kiss him but held back. Instead, he motioned to the mirror. "All done darling."

Lucien's face lit up. He looked as gorgeous as he did when they were young and threw grand parties all the time. "You remembered! I feel as if we went back a few centuries! I love it!"

He could die happy looking at that gorgeous smile.

Azalea had spent her morning getting ready. She fussed so much that Ophelia had to sit her down on the bed as she helped her get ready.

"Sweetie, you need to relax. It's a meeting with a High Lord, not a wedding!"

She would've laughed but felt like the bread she had for breakfast would come up if she did.

Her long brown hair had been adorned with chamomile flowers, Ophelia had repainted her nails for the occasion and was now applying soft makeup. She'd researched everything she could about the Summer Court, what colors would suit her, what the makeup was like, the dresses, and even court etiquette. She knew that five against two were great odds, that if the Summer refused to join them they still stood a chance.

Still, deep in her heart Azalea was compelled to keep their neighboring court on their side. If Summer joined Rhysand they'd have an enemy within walking distance, an enemy whose court had been through just as great a loss. The people didn't deserve to contend with another conflict because she didn't try hard enough.

"Oh, you're looking lovely dear! We got the things you requested!" Asteria and Nesta walked through the door, the former carried a large box while the latter brought a jewelry coffin.

Azalea opened the box to be greeted with the prettiest dress she'd ever seen. The long sleeveless dress was colored with a pastel rainbow pattern and flowed with the breeze. "It's perfect, thank you so much, mama!"

Asteria hugged her. "My pleasure baby! I'm sure you'll look dazzling in it."

Nesta opened the jewelry coffin, taking a pair of white drop earrings, an amethyst bead bracelet, and a pearl necklace. "Lucky for us, Tamlin still kept his mother's jewelry. This is the Summer set."

"Excellent, thanks, Nesta. I'm sure with all of this I can make a good enough impression."

Once she wore the dress and jewelry the look was complete. Azalea had to stare at her reflection for a little longer. She didn't recognize herself.

"You look quite regal," Nesta told her.

"Thank you! Okay, I think I'm ready to head there now. Wish me luck!"

The Summer Court was an absolute marvel to behold even under reconstruction. Two years had passed since the war ended, yet Summer and Spring were still building back from the losses, more so Summer which had to deal with naval battles as well as aerial and ground ones.

Azalea had requested an audience with High Lord Tarquin, and only him. For the time being, she couldn't trust the prince to betray their plans to Amren nor did she trust the princess to tell her brother everything. 'I just hope he joins us.'

Having all 6 opposing courts in a united front meant they were safe for now. She trusted her mother's word that Lord Rhysand wouldn't use force but the more practical side of her knew it was a possibility. They all had to be ready to face him should he choose war.

Lost in her thoughts Azalea didn't realize the servant had guided her to her destination. A balcony terrace that was right beside the crystalline sea, two seats were set there along with an assorted tray of tropical fruit and shrimp. "His Majesty will join you shortly." He'd tell her before bowing and leaving.

"Thanks!" Azalea sat down and had a few pieces of fruit until a loud splashing noise caught her attention.

She gasped upon seeing a coral-colored dolphin splashing nearby, begging for attention.

"You're the cutest little thing!" She lounged to pet the dolphin through the space available in the marble balcony. The critter was friendly and relished in the attention. She looked at its tail and saw three slits. "Oh, so you're a girl! Such a pretty girl!"

Azalea picked up a handful of shrimp and fed her new friend, who gladly accepted the food.

"You eat a lot for a critter your size, does that means you're with child? I am not versed in marine biology but it's easy to tell!"

She knew the dolphin couldn't answer, still, she talked to her while giving her the food pieces.

"I'm sure you'll be a great mom! You're so sweet! Is that why you came here? To help calm me down? Because it working!"

The dolphin squeaked and leaned towards Azalea's touch. Maybe she couldn't speak, but she understood.

"Hey, can you tell me anything about your High Lord? He seems nice but I've never met him. You've probably seen him if you live here. Have any advice for me?"

The dolphin splashed around and did a trick. Azalea clapped and tossed her another piece of shrimp. "That's lovely! But I'm not sure I could do that. Think it'll be enough if I ask him for a dance?"

"I find it more than enough, Lady Ambrose."

She almost tripped when she saw Lord Tarquin standing at the balcony entrance. There was no way to tell how long he'd been there. The High Lord of Summer was younger than her, he was tall. had long white hair, beautiful blue eyes, and wore a teal and silver tunic that made him look all the more handsome. She noticed he had an intense gaze as if studying her. Perhaps she had it too, as there was something of a pull calling to her, beckoning her towards the High Lord.

Azalea quickly stood and curtsied. "High Lord Tarquin. It's an honor to meet you. I'm Azalea Ambrose, the sister of the Spring High Lord."

Tarquin walked over to where she was bowed and then kissed her hand. "The honor is all mine, my lady. Tarquin Kalani High Lord of Summer, at your service."

If he noticed her nerves or the slight blush it went unmentioned, rather the lord quickly looked over to the sea, where the little dolphin was looking at him and happily smiling.

"I see you've met Alana."

"She's very cute! Is she yours?"

"In a way, yes. Alana lives in the sea, but she's been coming to this balcony since she was a baby along with her siblings. My late cousin and I spoiled her with cuddles and treats, so she visits daily seeking attention and playtime more often than all the others."

"I see. My condolences for your loss. High Lord Nostrus was a very kind man and he was certainly grieved by those of Summer who came to our court. I hope your family has found some peace."

"Thank you. We're managing." The High Lord cleared his throat, bent down to pet Alana one last time, and spoke to her. "Go home now, Lana. We have important things to discuss. I shall play with you later."

Just as told the dolphin left, not before looking at them one last time and diving into the sea.

"Now, you've called an urgent meeting with me. I'd like to know you've done that."

Despite his calm demeanor, she could notice the shift from jovial to business mode. She was ready to adapt, slightly saddened by the fact the whole meeting wouldn't be as joyful as what had just happened.

Before she could return to her seat, Tarquin moved it for her, making sure she was comfortable before taking a seat himself.

"I'm sorry to take so much of your time. I'm aware you're busy with the court's reconstruction, however, this is an urgent matter, sir. I come not just on behalf of Spring but of a wider alliance with Autumn, Dawn, Day, and Winter. We hope you'll join us against the Night Court should they choose to rise and claim their Lord as High King."

Tarquin was taken aback by her words. "...Are you certain of this?"

She nodded. "You may write to the other High Lords should my word not be enough for you. Given that thus far they're all in agreement that said plans not come to be, I am here today to ask for your cooperation. Our alliance is masked as one of trade but if you need anything from us we are willing to do that as well."

The High Lord was lost in thought, eventually, he spoke again. "Even if your accusations are true, my cousin has ties to the Night Court. Ties I do not intend to break.

For the time being, I don't plan on joining any alliance. It is true that I have reason to dislike the Night Lord and Lady but regardless, I'm not going to go up against them."

"My lord if we are all in agreement that might dissuade Lord Rhysand from even attempting this at all. You just have to swear you won't bend to him."

"I cannot promise you that. You best continue this alliance without me."

"But my lord, should Lord Rhysand ask you to give up your court would you do so? That man isn't fit to rule his own territory he would bring ruin to yours!"

"He's already brought ruin to me, in case you haven't noticed! Both of our courts were devastated by his High Lady and I don't intend to let that happen again. Two of my cousins tried to fight Rhysand under the mountain and they ended up dead for it! Though I don't expect you or your newly crowned family to understand!"

That pissed her off so fast that she was seeing red. Azalea slammed her hands hard on the table and stood up in anger. "I don't understand?! No my lord, I do understand, because when the High Lady of Night left my court in ruin, I had to tend to the fallen of the war! All of those men, women, and children bleeding in my arms were in that situation because of a needless battle brought to us by the Night Court!

My own sister was among those that passed, I had to hold her as she gave her last breath! You don't get to tell me or my family that we don't understand! The war came to us before it reached you, and both our courts have been struggling to recover since!

Summer and Spring are more than just neighboring courts, we are mirrors of each other shattered by the Night Court and the war. What you do to repair your court is your decision, even if that entails handing over your court to the enemy!

But I'll be damned a thousand times if I let that shitlord claim so much as a dandelion of our court without a fight! Have a good day, Lord Tarquin!

She only got three steps away before the High Lord grabbed her by the wrist. Only after that, she realized what she'd just done. 'So this is how I die, after insulting a High Lord in his own court. Daphne, please don't make fun of me for it when I see you again.'

"You haven't been dismissed, Miss Ambrose," Tarquin told her. He didn't sound angry but Azalea wasn't going to risk making things worse.

She turned around and went back to her seat, Tarquin handed her a silk handkerchief once she sat down again. She was about to cry. 'Keep it up Azalea, at this rate the shame will kill you before the High Lord does.'

"I apologize for what I said. The matter of my court is very sensitive and I don't take lightly to people trying to influence my decisions. Regardless I shouldn't have insulted you or your family like that. I'm very sorry."

"It's fine, I am the one making demands of you in your own court. You have every right to refuse and I've kept pushing. I should be the one to apologize."

"No, you make a valid point, a united front might be the only thing to dissuade Rhysand. And while I would much be willing to give up my crown if it keeps my people safe, they would never forgive me for letting our enemy become their new ruler.

It is as you've said, the war has broken both our courts, and giving them over to a High King is not the solution. However, I hope you'll see my side when I tell you that I simply cannot get involved in an alliance without a tangible deal.

The last time I allied myself with someone with no strings attached was with the Night Court. They proceeded to steal from me and subsequently caused all of this destruction by leaving Spring defenseless. After that, I don't trust any deals that don't come with a price. If you want me to join your alliance then we must negotiate an exchange."

This was reasonable, but Azalea was at a loss for what to offer. The Summer Court was still in need of reparations, but the ones who helped rebuild Spring were Auttumn workers, she couldn't guarantee their cooperation unless Tarquin joined the alliance, so that wouldn't work. Crops in Spring were flourishing well, but she had to ensure her people were fed before using products to trade. Likewise with fauna. That didn't leave them with much, just what else could she offer in exchange for allyship?

An idea came to Azalea as she remembered the gorgeous palace halls she'd roamed to get here. All of them well full of portraits. Those of the past High Lords and their families. The Kalani dynasty had ruled Summer from the very beginning of recorded Prythian history, this was the only case in which a court had not changed dynasties. She suspected it was due to the fact that Summer High Lords married young and had numerous children. From what she'd researched Tarquin's grandfather had seven children and Tarquin had 13 cousins before Amarantha took over and reduced that number drastically. Given this situation and the fact that if he was to pass only Varian could inherit the magic, Azalea concluded that her offer could sway the High Lord to their side.

"Would it be agreeable if we were to forge an alliance by marriage?"

She could've sworn Tarquin was going to choke on the kiwi piece he accidentally swallowed upon hearing her. "You...You wish to offer yourself up in marriage?"

"Why not? I can assure you that if I am involved my brother would never dare attempt to cross you like the Night Court did. I'm of a set of triplets which means there's a high possibility of me giving you multiple heirs per pregnancy. I'm versed in medicine, magic, biology, history, and art, should that be of your interest. I'm also a fast learner and have handled court duties in Spring with both ease and efficiency, I could help you immensely if I was to be your wife.

I'm certain you have doubts and that is fine. I can be put to the test before you agree to anything. We may even get to know each other better if it's more comfortable for you. What do you think, my lord?"

Tarquin smiled. "You seem very confident in your plight. Very well, I shall give enough three tests, should you pass them I'll join the alliance and have you as my lady. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, we do."

Tarquin extended his hand and Azalea shook it. Now that businesses were handled she saw the High Lord grow a little more relaxed. "Before you go, I'd like to offer my condolences for your sister. What I said-"

"It's alright. You didn't know. I appreciate your condolences. We do miss her a lot. Though you know that well."

"Sadly I do."

Protocol spoke of detachment, of being kind but never too close. Out of the three of them, she'd always been the most distant, but right now she felt compelled to be more like Daphne and Tamarand.

Before the High Lord could leave she stood and gave him a gentle hug. "It'll pass, not now and maybe not soon but it'll pass. For both of us."

"Thank you. You're very kind."

"My pleasure. I look forward to my next visit. Goodbye, Lord Tarquin."

"So everything is looking up already?" Jurian asked.

"Yes, if harvest and the farming industry continue to thrive we might be all set soon. Commerce is going well and should Azalea succeed in securing our new alliance we'll be all set."

"Does that mean you're coming home soon?"

Lucien kept smiling, yet his face fell. He couldn't deny he was happy Spring was blooming beautifully but a part of him was dreading that said success meant he'd be leaving.

He didn't want to be an emissary again, and he loved his life in the human lands with Jurian and Vassa, but there was something, or rather someone he didn't wish to leave behind.

"I suppose. There are still some matters that need to be resolved, but it's likely I'll be home in a few months at the latest."

"Those are great news! Are you bringing him with you?"

"Who?"

"Lucien don't play owl with me. You know I'm talking about your beloved Tamlin."

Had Jurian actually been corporal here and not the mere reflection of a spell he would've smacked him.

"Would you stop joking around like a child?"

"Nope, because I'm not joking. Just asking you if you'd come back nearly had you in tears. Face it pal, you're falling again."

Falling again, as if he'd ever stopped. As if after he thought he'd only love Jesminda and no one else until he perished too, Tamlin didn't do the impossible to bring back joy into his life. As if he hadn't given that man his first everything. As if he hadn't spent countless nights losing sleep thinking about the life they could've had if not for the curse.

"That's irrelevant right now. Jurian you know I have a mate, that can't be ignored."

"Oh fuck that! Lucien, had the girl ever shown any damn interest in you? You're going to chase after someone who's never made the first move to develop things. Because as far as I know you're always the one seeking."

"I'm giving her time to grieve and to initiate. I've yet to contact her since I returned to Spring."

"Good! Then set a limit! If she doesn't answer before the time is up, move on! You shouldn't be missing out on someone who loves you to chase illusions!"

'Does he still love me?' That was the question he couldn't properly answer yet. He knew that for better or worse Tamlin had fallen in love with Feyre, and that for a few months at least they were happy and ready to be wed before everything spiraled out of control and everyone around him just broke apart simultaneously, Tamlin most of all.

He'd wept for her, then been destroyed by her and even after that a part of him had hoped she'd returned. By now he seemed to be over her, he'd made peace with everything, but still, his heart remained very frail. The last thing Lucien wanted to do was break that frail heart. He would never forgive himself for it.

"I won't be pressuring him into anything, not when he has every right to resent me for leaving him alone during the war."

Jurian rolled his eyes. "You're the only one fussing over that, Lucien. Didn't you tell me he all but tackled you when you first visited?"

Lucien chuckled. "He did."

The moment the war ended he was back in Spring. Feyre and Rhysand had warned him to no end but he'd just tuned them out, after all, he wasn't saying in Velaris to begin with. With his belongings in a small backpack and his head held high, he left the Night Court and returned to Spring

The roads were only starting to be covered by weeds, and despite emptiness and destruction, the court had yet to fall into ruin. Lucien stopped right in front of the manor grounds, unsure if he should take that step.

The door swung open and he was startled by the rage-filled expression on Tamlin's face. His long blonde hair was messy and it looked as if he'd been sleeping before he arrived. Lucien expected rage, disappointment maybe even sadness.

However, the moment he saw that Lucien was the one at the gates his expression softened. "Luce?"

Lucien dropped his backpack and rushed to hug him. Tamlin nearly tackled him once they could finally hold each other. "I missed you so much!" Tamlin told him in between sobs.

"I missed you too!"

"That man still loves you, he's just not in the right headspace to see it yet. Ask him if he wants to visit, if he says yes I'm sure Vassa will be setting everything up here just for the two of you."

He heard a chirp from a bird, likely Vassa trying to speak in her Phoenix form.

"I'll ask, but can't promise anything. Now go get some rest. I know the two of you a pair of night owls."

"See you soon, get your golden prince!"

Before he could retort, they vanished and Lucien was left alone again in his room. Given that Tamlin had been making good progress as of late he figured it was likely the former High Lord might enjoy a vacation in the human lands. 'I'll ask him soon.'

Just as he was readying himself to leave Lucien heard the sound of shattering windows echo in the manor. He immediately started running.

Tamlin could turn entire rooms into dust whenever his magic went wild, yet he was startled when Tamarand's rage shattered all of the meeting room windows.

"I was just done cleaning those," Ophelia muttered.

No one seemed surprised by this other than him, it was likely his siblings' magic often went wild as well.

"A marriage alliance?! Why would you even offer that?!" He roared with both rage and worry.

"It was the only thing I could offer him! Don't worry, nothing's fully settled yet, I must prove myself before he accepts the deal."

Azalea looked unbothered by this. His sister was good at playing the stoic to their often chaotic nature but Tamlin knew she was putting on a brave face.

"No! No, I am not agreeing to those terms! We'll rescind the deal! Let someone else arrange a marriage deal with Tarquin!"

"Tamarand, rescinding the deal now would make us look like untrustworthy cowards! Summer is right across the border, and we can't afford to let Night claim them to their side!"

"I hate to say it son, but your sister is right. Our family is a new dynasty for Spring. Going back on a deal wouldn't be a good move for us." Asteria suggested. "I'm not pleased about this either but perhaps we should make the best of it."

"No. No! That's not the issue!"

"The what is? Tamarand why are you so against this?!"

"I don't want to lose another sister!"

The room went silent after that. He glanced at Nesta who was wincing too. They somewhat understood, even if their own sibling dynamics were not affectionate.

Lucien walked in at that very moment but quickly realized something had happened not just with the windows but with the atmosphere. He made a silent motion for the others to follow him back out, leaving only the Ambrose siblings and Tamlin in the meeting room.

Tamarand had gone from destructive rage to angry tears. "I know we won't always be together. That even if Daphne had lived she would've eventually gotten married and left, that you have a right to marry too and go on with your life elsewhere if you want...but this isn't how things were supposed to go!

You're not moving to a neighboring village or a little further away on the map. you're moving to a different court to marry its High Lord! It's a lot to take in, more so because you're not doing this out of love. Feels like we're losing you to fate instead of death, but losing you all the same."

Azalea didn't say anything but rather she pulled both of her brothers into a hug. "I know it's hard, and believe me if there's another way out of this I would've taken it.

But we don't live for our family anymore. We have a duty to keep this court safe and prospering. It's about time I step up and do my duty as the sister of two magnificent High Lords!"

He would've cried if Tamrand wasn't already a living fountain as he hugged them both. Tamlin gently patted her head. "You've more than done your duty taking care of us and helping with the reconstruction. You're an invaluable asset sister, not just politically but emotionally. I think I speak for both of us when I say you'll make a fine Lady of Summer."

"Lin, it's not fair! If I keep crying like this I'll start looking old and then Tarquin won't want me!" Azalea half joked half wept.

The three siblings remained locked in a tight hug for one more minute. Eventually, they separated. "If at any point you wish to rescind this deal, let me know. No one will hold it against you.

However, if you're going to proceed just let Tarquin know that if any harm comes to you he'll have to answer to me!"

Tamarand for all his sweetness and sometimes dim nature was terrifying when enraged. Though Tamlin wouldn't judge, it was a shared trait.

"Me as well, we won't tolerate any disrespect towards our little sister."

"You two are so overprotective...but thank you."

Despite being sisters, Nesta and Feyre couldn't be more different. In the short span of time the eldest Acheron had spent in the manor, she was quiet, observant, and often preferred the library to the gardens or any other facility.

Right now Tamlin saw both her and Azalea looking over a map. "Lin, come here. We need your help." Azalea told him.

"What do you need?"

"Do you recall if Amarantha had any valuables under the mountain?"

That was a time in his life he often tried not to think about, but the thoughts came anyway. "I was lucky enough to escape her quarters but I'm assuming she might've had wealth stolen from the courts stashed away. Why the question?"

"While the crops are growing well and the local commerce is booming, we think that recovering whatever Amarantha might've left behind could be beneficial to the economy."

It was a good idea. The mountain had been deemed no man's land, so whatever remained there was up for grabs. No one dared go back there after Amrantha's death, and he didn't blame them.

"This plan has merit but I'm afraid no one will want to aid us should we go. The memories are quite painful if I may say."

"I know. We were only there for three months but sometimes I still think about it." Azalea winced. "However we can't just forget that it exists, or that there could be plenty of treasure hidden there."

"That is true."

"I do not have any negative ties to this place so I volunteered. Azalea insists on coming along."

"Hey! I know you can hold your own but just as there might be treasure, there might be creatures down there! You're not gonna fight all of that without assistance!"

"My sister is right, Nesta. We're not letting you go alone."

Nesta was surprised by this. "Are you certain you want to go back there? After everything that happened?

He did not hesitate. "It's for the good of the court."

Tamarand didn't resist the idea much, but Tamlin could tell he was hesitant. Now that the manor wasn't empty and the court required him to keep up with its needs, the High Lord was unable to accompany them. Lucien too was taken aback but went along with them as well. 'Bold of you to think I'd let you go back there alone.' Was all he said.

So here they stood at the entrance of the mountain under which so many died and many others permanently fell apart, him included.

"Are we ready?" Nesta asked, more concerned for them than for herself.

"Yes." They all answered in unison.

Tamlin could feel Lucien holding on tightly to his hand, even after all these years, he knew when to do so without a word. 'My clever fox, you never fail.' He thought.

The doors loud creak of the doors opening was just like the roar of a wild beast. Nothing came out, other than a cold wind that chilled them all.

Nesta walked in first as they followed, once they were inside Lucien lit up the chandeliers with magic. He noticed the redhead didn't use flame but rather light.

"Already getting in touch with your Day side?"

"I figured it might be good to practice."

It had been three years since anyone came to this place. The territory was set in no man's land, and given that the majority of the continent was still reeling from the 50 years of Amrantha's rule and the war, no one cared to upkeep the place of which nightmares were made.

The walls which once had beautiful murals and paintings were turned to cracked vine-covered slabs stained by humidity. The floor was also broken and dirty, some mice squeaked as they passed but so far nothing too dangerous had appeared.

"I brought along maps for all of us. We should split up to cover more ground. The sooner we get everything and leave the better." Azalea told them.

"How'd you get those?" Lucien asked

"Eris sent them to us when we told him what we were planning. Said he got them from the Nightmare court steward so they are accurate." Nesta answered.

Leave it to the snakey soon-to-be Autumn Lord to plan ahead. Tamlin wasn't too keen on finding out what else he'd stolen from Night.

"Lucien you and Azalea should cover the east side. I'll cover the west with Tamlin. Let's all meet back up here after four hours. Should either pair run into trouble we communicate with a distance spell."

"Gotcha. Good luck you two. And Nesta, please take care of him."

Tamlin smiled upon hearing that. Both girls rolled their eyes and swore themselves to bodyguard duty. There were no objections.

Even if Nesta had been the one to request his companionship, she was quiet as they checked the rooms and halls. So far they'd found nothing but vermin.

"I owe you an apology."

He frowned. "What for?"

"When I came to Spring a while ago with Cassian. I was quite cruel to you as well. I'm sorry, we were both in similar situations and still, I threw salt in the wound."

He chuckled. "You don't need to apologize for that. I understand."

"I do need to apologize. Tamlin it's no secret that you dislike my sister yet you let me stay in your court without objections and have actually been kinder to me than my so-called family."

"Nesta, in case you've forgotten I was quite callous to you and your family during the war. You had every right to detest me!

As for my relationship with Feyre, It shouldn't influence my dealings with other people. You are your own person, and whatever we come to be shouldn't concern her or the Night Court at all.

The Spring Court isn't mine anymore, it's Tamarand's and while he did ask me if I'd be comfortable with you staying, I would never leave a person in need without help.

Let's just start anew, no bitterness, no drama, just two people trying to get better and maybe be friends. Deal?"

"Deal."

That went better than expected. Nesta didn't say anything until they began scouring a better-looking room.

"I know it wasn't your fault. The whole turning fae thing I mean. It was Ianthe and by extension Feyre's big mouth. I think that's why my state bothered her. She knows she's to blame."

"A few years ago I would've told you she didn't mean it. That she was trying to help you, just like I tried to help her when instead I lost her...

But now I can't be sure. Not when she herself had experienced exactly what she put you through and yet went along with it anyway."

Nesta shrugged. "I'd like to think so too, but who knows...Maybe Rhysand influenced her, maybe she thought this was for the best or maybe it was the pregnancy-"

"What?!" That came out without him meaning to.

"You didn't know?" Nesta sounded both surprised and disappointed.

"I knew nothing of other courts for two years..."

He'd gotten over Ferye. Even if she was to come back to Spring saying she was done with Rhysand and wanted them to be together again, it would probably take all of his self-control not to erupt into a fit of laughter as he refused. Yet this news bothered him, and he couldn't figure out why.

Probably because Feyre had endlessly protested the idea of children and of wielding less power than him. 'Isn't that what you're doing now? Is it because he's your mate or was I the factor you didn't want?'

"You ok?" Nesta asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I'll be fine. Really, this shouldn't even faze me. Is the child okay?"

"Before I left, he was...I think there's a lot you must know."

So there he sat on a dusty bed listening to Nesta's recap of what had happened in the Night Court in the past year.

The intervention, the quest for troves, Rhysand's motivations for allying with Eris, and the pregnancy. Every detail made his blood boil a little more, by the time Nesta told him that she was the one to reveal the danger Feyre was in to her, and instead of being protected, she was given a punishment he had to raise his hand and beg her to stop.

"...I don't even know where to begin.

First of all, I'm sorry you had to go through what you did. No one deserves that treatment much less from their own family. Truly you're a very strong woman, as I might've ended up killing myself within the week out of spite.

As for the child, you were under no responsibility to give up what little you'd earned to save him and your sister. Rhysand more than anyone should've known the risks and been more careful, or at the very least give the choice to his wife as to what she wanted to do. So much for being the 'better man'."

"That's what I said. Honestly, I don't know how I ended up begging for their forgiveness after that. I don't even know why I took it for as long as I did.

I should've just grabbed my sisters and ran...or maybe left on my own. Let them deal with him. I was done until I wasn't."

"You were broken down into believing them. When one's desperate for love they seek it even in those who've hurt you. It's not until you find real love that you realize how unfair they all were."

He remembered the decades he spent trying to earn his father's love. Decades wasted as he was covered in bruises and trying to make himself as small and quiet as possible.

What finally put an end to it, along with most of the pain in his life, was Lucien. He was the first to show him real affection, and soon others came. Bron & Hart went from hunting buddies to good friends. Jesminda, who became a dear friend almost instantly and lit up every room with her presence, Andras who turned their duo into a goofy trio until the day they lost him. Now he had his mothers and siblings and hopefully, he and Nesta could count each other as friends soon.

"If it's someone speaking from experience perhaps I should listen."

He smiled. "Ask Luce as well. He will tell you the same thing."

"I think I'd rather listen to you for now. Tell me the story of this curse, of this mountain, of this court. I'd like to hear it from your side this time."

"Walk with me."

He obliged her, telling her everything from the beginning as they scouted the area. Strangely enough, the painful memories didn't make him cry anymore.

Either he'd grown numb or maybe he was getting better.

Lucien hated Amrantha, but not for the reason many suspected.

He was disfigured by her and lost his eye. Something which had led to further trauma, that only his closest friends could help him with. But that he could live with, that he could even forgive so as long as that monster did the entire country a favor and dropped dead soon.

What hurt the most, as selfish as it might sound, was that she tore him and Tamlin apart for good. Any hope he had of them getting married, having children, and living out the rest of their days in bliss as Lords of Spring went away that fateful night.

He couldn't remember which of them cried most, or how long it took for them to separate as they decided to end it all for the sake of freeing the court. Never in a million years would he understand how anyone could think of Tamlin as a lesser High Lord when he gave up more than they could ever know. Perhaps he was just biased.

The moment he and Azalea stepped into the suite, he knew who it belonged to. Amarantha's tastes were well known to them by now, aside from the fact that this was the most extravagant room on the map.

What had once been Amrantha's private quarters was now a barren room full of spider webs, tattered silk dresses, and rusted precious metals. Not even the silver vanity was safe from the decay that had consumed the room.

"I'm so glad she's dead. Wish we could kill her over and over again." Azalea muttered in the deepest darkest tone he'd ever heard from her. She didn't even sound like the same woman.

"Me too." He matched her anger without even trying to. Neither was fazed.

The pair scanned the room finding nothing useful in the drawers or chests. At one point Azalea had to rush to the adjacent bathroom to vomit. The chest she opened merely had bones and animal carcasses in it.

Lucien went in to try and comfort her, but the brunette just smashed the dirty mirror in front of her with a punch. 'Just like her brother.' He mused.

"Fuckin tyrannical harlot! If only she hadn't come here! If only she hadn't ruined everything...Maybe, it would be okay."

The rage turned to tears in an instant, Lucien walked in and hugged his friend, who simply held on tightly to him.

"If she hadn't come here, maybe our idiot father wouldn't have gotten himself and his family killed...Tamlin might've been free to do as he wished by your side.

If Oisin's death was inevitable regardless then my brother would've still earned his crown, but he would've been free to rule in peace with you by his side..."

Those words of what could have been but will never be broke his heart. His dear Tamlin free of his abusive family would've ruled with him by his side. Had the threat of Amrantha not been there he was certain the Ambrose family would've come to explain things to him sooner. They would've all been alive and happy to meet him.

Every single sentry that lost their life for the curse, they'd be alive and happy by their families' side. His mind went to Andras, who would probably be married to Daphne by now, making jokes about them being brothers-in-law like he often did.

The mere impossible scenario of all of them being alive, happy, and together was enough to have Lucien's tears spilling as well.

"With no Amrantha there is no curse and without a curse there's no need for a curse breaker..." Azalea choked out equal parts sadness and rage. "My dear older brother wouldn't have been broken like that!"

He resented Feyre at the start. How could he not hate the woman who killed Andras and would in time steal Tamlin from him? But back then that human girl he resented and perhaps was slightly jealous of became a friend. A friend who risked and ultimately lost her life for their sake. Fate was kind enough to bring her back to them, but there were nights when he wondered if instead of her return being a blessing it was a curse.

She returned only to vanish with their enemy and leave Tamlin in shambles, to bring her sisters into their conflict and change their lives from what they actually wanted. To destroy Spring and nearly destroy his bond with Tamlin. 'No...Not even the mother herself could tear me from him.'

"Azalea, I swear to you that if I'd known what would happen. I would've never let her have him."

She looked back at him, smiling through the tears. "That I'm certain of."

The two let go at last. There was no point in thinking of what could've been but rather what was now. And for their current court's sake, they had to find those treasures.

Regrettably, they only found one piece of jewelry in the entire room other than a necklace at the vanity. Lucien picked it up to read what it said, as the golden necklace only had golden letters as its main piece rather than a gemstone.

"By the cauldron." He muttered as he both heard a scream coming from the other side of the mansion.

Nesta had felt a distinct presence as they were reaching the throne room but thought it was just the nerves. Tamlin hadn't made it two steps in before collapsing.

"What's wrong?"

"I just, I remembered everything that I want to forget."

The former High Lord shifted slowly into his beastly form. He looked similar to the day he'd appeared in their cottage and left with Feyre.

Nesta forgot how many times she'd cursed that day in her mind, perhaps Tamlin did so as well. She tried to help him up but he shook his head, deciding to keep this form and inspect the empty throne room.

Just as she was tracing her fingers through a wall she felt the distinct texture of dried-up blood upon the marble.

The presence got stronger, so she held onto the sword on her belt and was ready to attack whatever was behind her.

As she turned around she was greeted by an ear-shattering screech that nearly made her fall down. Nesta would've attacked had she not recognized those silver eyes.

"Clare?!" She gasped. Nesta dropped her weapon and froze on the spot. This had to be a nightmare.

Clare's once fair skin had turned teal, and there were parts of it where she could see the girl's bones. Her once blonde hair was now dark green and matted, there were gashes on her skin, and she wore nothing but a tattered white dress.

The only thing that remained the same were her beautiful silver eyes and sad face. Nesta couldn't bring herself to hurt her former friend, luckily, she didn't need to.

Clare despite her intimidating screech seemed to recognize her too. "Nesta? Is it really you?!"

Nesta nodded. Her change in body frame and shorter hair weren't enough to make her unrecognizable, much less to the one friend she had all those years back in the village.

"By the gods! You're, you're a fae! How?! Just what happened?!"

"It's a long story."

Tamlin who had gotten in attack position to help her but relaxed once Clare had calmed down was now seated in wolf form beside her.

"You're the Spring Lord! You were the one who begged for me to be spared!"

"Spared?! Tamlin what does she mean?!"

Tamlin sighed. "Amarantha tortured Clare to death, or so we thought..."

She felt her stomach cramp up and her knees give out. So Clare hadn't died in the fire. Was that why Feyre was acting so strange upon coming back home?

"Why? Why did Amarantha do that?!" She demanded, already thinking of what might've happened.

"When your sister was staying in my court Rhysand was...acting as Amarantha's second in command. He came to us one day and scared Feyre out of her mind. I was afraid he'd kill her. Before leaving he demanded to know her name. Instead of giving her own or a fabricated name she gave Clare's name.

I'm assuming Rhysand told the name to Amarantha and she sent for Clare..."

She couldn't believe it. Her sister, her supposedly kind and clever sister had given out the name of the only person in the damn village that cared to associate with their family at their lowest point. She always suspected that the fire was unnatural, that the fact that Clare's body was not found should've clued others as odd, but like in many other instances, she was the only one who cared to look close enough.

"Feyre did this to me? Why? I-I never did anything to her!" Clare cried, only now finding out what led to her fate. "The Night fairy blocked the pain and ended it but...was he the one that gave the queen my name."

"Yes." Tamlin gritted his teeth as he said it. "Though I suppose you should blame me for this Ms. Beddor. Had I not let him find Feyre or even get a name out of her perhaps you and your family would've been spared such a fate."

Nesta was about to contradict him when Clare beat her to it. "No. You're not at fault! You didn't give my name to the night fae or the queen! This was all them!"

There was no defense she could muster up for her sister nor did she want to. Her only friend now stood before her nearly unrecognizable and had been put through hell for no reason other than the amusement of the Night Lord. 'Why did I ever dare beg for his forgiveness?! He should be the one apologizing to the continent as a whole instead of trying to take over it!'

"We heard a scream! Is everyone okay?!" Azalea asked with her hands glowing with magic.

Lucien scanned the room, when he noticed no one was in danger he rushed towards Tamlin.

"We are fine. Physically at least." Nesta said.

Azalea nodded, as she calmed her power and let her hands fall to her sides. Her eyes widened at the sight of Clare but she quickly calmed. "I should've expected to find a banshee here."

"Banshee?!" Both she and Clare screamed in unison.

"Um yes. When a human is killed by a fae and holds great anger towards them they become a banshee.

After the human rebellion, they were abundant but now...Daphne and I thought it wouldn't happen again. Guess Amarantha keeps altering history beyond the grave."

Azalea walked over to where they were, putting her cape over Clare. "I'm sure you have loads of questions, dear. We can answer them once we leave." She turned towards Nesta. "Were you able to recover anything?"

"I'm afraid not. You?"

"Just this. I believe it belongs to your friend." Lucien answered, showing them a gold necklace with Clare's name on it.

"Yes, it used to be mine."

Lucien gave her the necklace and despite it all Clare smiled as she looked as t it and then wore it.

"Despite not finding treasure at least we found Miss Clare. The trip wasn't a total loss."

"Excuse me but Clare is treasure incarnate." Nesta joked as she hugged her friend.

Clare relaxed into the hug whispering a soft thank you just for her to hear.

"Wait, you all came here to look for treasure?"

"That's the gist of it. Do you happen to know if there's anything valuable here aside from your presence, Ms. Beddor?"

Clare laughed at Azalea's compliment. "As a matter of fact, I do. Follow me."

She led them to the lowest point of the palace. Unlike the rest of it, the underground treasure chamber was intact. It was likely Amarantha had it made to withstand the passing of time and decay.

There was a lot of gold to be recovered, and some jewelry as well. According to Azalea some of it seemed to be jewelry with sentimental value to the royal families of the court. Her assessment was confirmed when both Lucien and Tamlin found things that belonged to their mothers.

"We should winnow it all back to the manor and then distribute it to their former owners," Tamlin suggested. "It could help solidify our alliance."

"That's a good idea," Lucien said. "I can call for Eris and Helion to pick up their share. "

"Since we don't know how much gold each court had stolen it should be counted and then divided as well." Azalea looked at her. "Anything from the Night Court?"

"I think so, but wouldn't Amarantha leave the Night Court alone after Rhysand joined her?" Nesta asked holding onto the only set of Night Court jewelry she found.

Lucien examined it. "This is from Hewn City...should we send it to them?"

"No. Not for now. If we were to give this to anyone, we have to be certain they won't betray us. For the time being the Night Court is off limits."

No one argued with Tamlin. The piles of gold and jewelry were safely winnowed away as they left. It was hilarious to see Tamarand signing documents and nearly jumping onto his office chandelier when everyone materialized in his office.

Introductions were made, and Ophelia personally made them all some creamy potato soup to help them relax from the journey.

"I no longer need food, but I do need this," Clare told her as she ate her second serving.

"I'm so happy you liked it, sweetie. I'll have a room with clothes and shoes ready for you soon, it's right next to Nesta's so you may visit each other whenever you see fit.

"Thank you!"

Despite the confusion, she was happy Clare was reacting positively to her new living place. Azalea excused herself as soon as she was done with dinner to help count the gold and prepare the jewelry.

Lucien and Tamlin too left to help but told the girls to relax and wait for news in the library once the counting was done.

Nesta would've argued with that in other circumstances. She excelled at math and economics, but today she was too emotionally drained to spend her night counting gold and dividing prices.

Once both she and Clare had bathed and changed they settled on the library sofa and explained what occurred in the past few years.

Clare had come back with no memory of her past life until she roamed under the mountain enough times to get them all back again. She could've left but felt safer in the decaying palace than venturing outside to the unknown fae lands.

"At least now that you're here I don't feel so alone. Your friends are very nice!"

She chuckled. "Think so? The truth is I've only been here in Spring for a short while...Feyre and Elain are in Night."

Nesta told her everything before, during, and after the war. Clare could only stare at her with teary eyes until she finished.

"That High Lord must've really been controlling you. The Nesta Acheron I know would never allow anyone to treat her that way!"

"Clare, the Nesta Acheron you knew died in that fucking Cauldron. The one you see now is an utter mess."

Clare hugged her tightly. "You're allowed to be a mess! You suffered a lot and then were given no sympathy. I would've broken much sooner!

Nesta none of this was your fault. You didn't fail your sisters, they failed you! I only had two younger siblings and if any husband of mine decided to treat them as Rhysand treated you I would've divorced him! Who lets her sister be locked up after she destroyed a court for the same thing being done to her?!

Feyre and I were never close, but should I see her again I'll be sure to drag her by the hair!"

That shouldn't have made her laugh as hard as it did. She could just picture it happening and more giggles came.

"Ah, so the cold beauty does indeed laugh. Such a beautiful sound to be heard tonight."

She rolled her eyes upon seeing Eris coming into the library. "I take it you came for your share of the treasure?"

"Indeed. There are some pieces here that belonged to our grandmother, I'm happy to have them back."

He noticed Clare and smiled, bowing toward her. "My lady I don't believe we met. Eris Vanserra first prince of the Autumn Court."

"Nice to meet you. My name's Clare Beddor. I'm childhood friends with Nesta."

"It's nice to meet you Clare. Do take care of Miss Acheron she's sorely missed back in Auttumn."

"Stop exaggerating, I was there for only two weeks."

"Yes, and every one of your ladies keeps asking me when you're coming back, not to mention Cedric is reading those books you left marked at the library. I haven't seen him this invested since he began dabbling in alchemy.

There are still rumors that the Night Court is looking for you. Once they come to me it's likely they'll look here next. Tamarand is ready to help you run should need to. Be careful."

"I shall. Thank you."

Eris nodded and turned to leave. "I'll see you soon. Don't forget to write to mom!"

"Yes yes, we write more often than you know."

Eris made an exaggerated fake gasp. "My lady and my mother speaking of me behind my back. Such a betrayal!"

"Not your lady! Now get back to Autumn before Nemesis sets the palace on fire!"

Once he left she felt Clare's eyes upon her as the banshee smiled wickedly. "I see you finally found yourself a prince."

"What?! Clare, he's not my prince! He's just a good friend who saved me..."

"Pity. I think he likes you. Though if you're not interested perhaps I should try my luck instead. He's rather handsome."

Nesta wouldn't deny that. Eris was indeed a handsome man. "Do as you like, but be warned his family dynamic is...complex."

"Am I the only one who had a nice family?"

"You and the Ambrose family, yes."

They both laughed. Nesta noticed Clare was getting sleepy, and she too had been exhausted by the long day. "Let's go dream. You can chase Eris back to Autumn tomorrow." She joked.

"I'm scared that I'll wake up back under the mountain...that I am actually dreaming right now."

Nesta sighed, she knew the feeling all too well, as there were nights she woke up screaming after spitting up the water from the cauldron. "You're not dreaming. If you were we would be back home."

Tamlin placed the necklaces and bracelets back into Rosabella's jewelry box. Today's visit had yielded more positives than expected, still, he was secretly shaken by being under the mountain again.

"I thought I was going to break back there," Lucien confessed. "The phantom pain of the eye socket was killing me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were hurting more."

Tamlin walked over to where he was and sat with him on the bed. Lucien didn't say anything as he let Tamlin undo the braids he'd done that morning. The styling had become their little ritual since the blonde revealed he still knew how to do it.

"I could be in agony but still comfort you," Tamlin told him running his fingers through the beautiful red locks.

"That's not healthy Tam."

"I don't care. You've done it for me. I owe you that much at least."

"You owe me nothing," Lucien said.

"I owe you everything. Caring for me is a hard task."

Lucien turned around, for a moment Tamlin thought he was angry, but instead, his soft hands cupped his face and his fingers traced his cheeks.

"Caring for you it's the easiest thing I've ever done."

Like always, Tamlin was at the mercy of his sweet touch, Letting Lucien spoil him as he gently caressed his face and hair. "You're too sweet to me. Too damn sweet."

"It's what you deserve."

He should've argued, after all, he had done, he deserved none of this, not even Lucien's presence. Yet, he didn't feel compelled to fight him, rather Tamlin silently enjoyed the gentle affections, hoping that someday they'd get to be like they once were.

"I know our plans started with simplicity. That the main goal was to rebuild the court and teach Tamarand the ropes, but given that now we need to perpetuate an alliance and keep our friends safe from Night it's safe to say I'll be staying for a while longer." Lucien told him.

Tamlin was happy to have him, part of him wanted to tell him to stay forever, but he knew that wouldn't happen. His friend has found his place and he would not dare tear him away from it. "I'd be happy to have you for as long as you wish to stay. I'm sure my brother does not mind."

"I'm aware, still, since I was missing them and Jurian spoke to me a few days ago, I was thinking of going to visit them soon. Would you like to join me?"

He was taken aback. Sure Tamlin would've loved to see the place Lucien now called home, and he was curious about the mortal lands. But he was hesitant to invade the peace his friend had now found, a part of him still believed he would taint everything again.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! Jurian and Vassa both wish to meet you! And I'm sure some of our friends might want to come along too. It would be only for a few days.

Tamarand is doing an excellent job as High Lord, but we need to let him work alone. See how he fares without us and without Azalea. After we are rested we may determine if he needs further assistance."

"That's true. Very well, I shall go with you. Just be sure to tell me if at any point you want me to come back."

"Trust me, I might ask for the opposite."

Tarquin was surprised when he received the box containing all the missing treasures of the Summer vaults and a considerable amount of gold.

"They're in need of coin too. Everything acquired under the mountain became theirs the moment they took it and yet..." Cresseida was in awe of the generosity of this gift.

He'd told his cousin everything and knew she wasn't convinced, despite having a deep dislike of the Night Court. Perhaps this would sway her.

"I told you she was kind. Alana is a great judge of character!"

Cresseida rolled her eyes. "Alana likes anyone who feeds her and pets her."

"Lies. She almost bit Amren's finger off."

His cousin chuckled, remembering that little mishap. "I will admit this act speaks highly of your betrothed but I won't be delivering judgment until I officially meet her and she proves herself in Court matters."

"Fair enough, just don't be too harsh. Spring lost a lot as well, and despite Tamlin's downfall and his inability to rule, they seem to be rising quickly. We could use someone like that to help us."

"I am not harsh, cousin. I'm tough on people if I expect great things from them. Your betrothed has shown kindness but that alone isn't enough to rule a court."

That he couldn't argue with. Not when kindness is what got them in this position. "All the same, just keep in mind why I'm doing this. Why she's doing this."

"Should we warn Varian? He's rather close to them, what if they try to get him on their side?"

He thought about his cousin too. Since the war ended he'd started a relationship with Amren, and while he had his reservations about it he would never use his position to control his family. While he knew Varian was undeniably loyal, he also knew Amren was one to get what she wanted by any means necessary. He was not going to allow that.

"For now, we won't say anything. I trust him but, we know how easy it is for Night to steal our secrets. The less he knows the better. At least until the High King matter is settled."

Cresseida winced. "You know that if this is all true and no one bows, he shall attack. Right?"

"Yes, but so will we. I'm not losing my Court a second time."