I woke up to warm sunlight filling the room, I rolled over to face my mate, but it wasn't his face staring back at me. Green eyes stared into mine and I screamed, I was back with Tamlin, he had taken me, used me.
I scrambled back, I was thankfully still wearing my night dress so when I half fell out of the bed, I wasn't naked, I backed into a wall.
"Who are you?" The male who I realised wasn't Tamlin snarled.
I was shaking too hard to reply, where was Rhys?
"I said who are you?" He had a look that promised death if I didn't reply.
"Feyre, where am I?"
He carefully coved himself as he stood, picking a dagger up from his nightstand.
"Where is my mate?" he growled.
"I don't know, really I don't, please let me go home."
He bared his teeth as a wall of solid air slammed into me. I felt some of my ribs crack as it pushed me into the wall. I gripped my power and winnowed to the other side of the room.
I fell to my knees, gripping my middle before covering myself in darkness. I healed my broken ribs as quickly as I could before standing and letting the darkness scatter.
"Who are you?" He was right in front of me now.
"Not your mate, where the hell am I?" I put the mask of the High Lady on.
"You're in Terresen of course now tell me who you are!"
I had never heard of a place called Terresen.
"I am High Lady of the Night Court." I hoped the title would make him realise who he was dealing with, but his eyes just narrowed further.
"What is a High Lady?" I shook my head; I didn't know how to answer that.
"I've answered your questions now answer mine, what is your name and who are you?"
"Rowan Whitehorn, King if Terresen."
I was in deep, deep trouble.
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When Darkness Meets Fire
FanfictionBoth Feyre and Aelin are content, they have both healed after their wars and have settled into their roles. They both wake up one morning to find that they have swapped places, Feyre is thrown into Aelin's court and Aelin is now with the Night Cour...
