A Story of Fire and Darkness (A ToG and ACoTaR crossover)

One Ending, Another Beginning

Feyre's POV:

"This is so good!"

Feyre laughed, watching the newcomers shove food into their faces.

"I'm glad you like it," Elain said softly. She was seated next to me, looking lovely in a simple lavender dress, embroidered with pretty flowers along the hem. I was glad to see that she was feeling up to eating with us this morning.

When all but Aelin and Rowan had arrived, Rhysand had stepped away to go and get them, leaving me with Aelin's rambunctious court.

"Elain is a very skilled cook," Azriel said, pride flickering in his eyes.

Elain chuckled for a moment, a laugh that lit her face aglow. "I'm really not that good, all I did was make sure it didn't burn and that it was well-seasoned," she said modestly.

Aedion laughed loudly, midreach to the bowl of eggs on the table. "Still better than me!" he declared, "I can't even do half of that!"

Aedion's mate, Lysandra, sighed. Peering over at me and Elain with a wry look on her face, "I've really tried to domesticise this savage, but I gave up after the first two tries."

Elain giggled, "He certainly is unique, isn't he?"

Aedion threw an offended look their way. Placing a hand upon his chest, he said, "I'm wounded, truly." When all three of us laughed, he grinned broadly.

Regaining control of myself, I turned my attention to the others seated at the table. Mor had hit it off with the King Dorian, the two sat next to each other laughing over some joke. To their left sat Amren and the white-haired witch, Manon. They . . . did not speak, but their intense gazes on each other were enough to make me turn away quickly.

I knew Cass wanted to interact with them, to make his usual jokes, but I also could sense that he was a bit out of his element, in a sense. These people say they hail from an entirely different world, have weapons not yet seen in our lands and they seemingly popped out of nowhere. He was wary. Him and Azriel sat together, watching these newcomers.

To my own right sat Lorcan and Elide. They were reserved, and seemed more comfortable watching the conversation run its course.

"So," Dorian said, leaning forward, "if I may be so bold to ask, what exactly do your positions entail? You say that you are the High Lady of the Night Court, but we do not know what this means."

I chuckled a little bit— it's seemed only a short time ago I had been asking the same questions. But, I supposed that I owed it to them all.

"In Prynthia, the Far lands are divided into courts. Within each court, the Fae are gifted certain magical talents. There are the season courts; Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Their magic is elemental, according to their namesake. The final three are the Dawn, Day and Night courts. As a High Lord of any of these courts, they are considered ruler over their own appointed court."

Elide spoke up then. "But what does it mean to be High Lady?"

I laughed a little bit, "There has been no other High Lady in the history of Prynthia. I am the first to acquire that title. While Rhys is High Lord, I am to be considered his equal, in every and any way."

The expressions of my new companions made me laugh again. "It's true! I am the first, and while I have no knowledge of me being the last, I certainly hope this can help continue this course of equality among my people."

"That is truly admirable, Feyre." 

I was surprised to notice that it was Lorcan who had spoken. Looking at his face, I could tell that he had said his part, but the respect in his gaze emboldened me.