The World Walker's Daughter

Chapter 5 - Nehemiah

Rhys walked into the room and sat on a sofa opposite us.

"Nehemiah, this is Rhys, Rhys, no yelling." Feyre said, eyes sparkling.

"I wasn't going to yell." He muttered.

"What is a High Lord?" I asked, it suddenly occurring to me that I had no idea what was going on.

"Oh, I'm like a king I guess, do you have kings?" he asked, I nodded "I have a bit more power than a king, technically whatever I say becomes law and I'm expected to keep my people safe. Feyre is the first ever High Lady, my equal in every way, she shares my power." He said, I could tell there was more to it, but I didn't push.

"So, you are like the king and queen of the Night Court?" I asked.

"Pretty much." Feyre said.

"What about where you're from?" Rhys asked.

"We have a king and queen, the queen holds all the power because she is the one from the royal blood line, then there are the lords and ladies of each territory, she comes up with the laws, the lords and ladies vote, if it gets a majority then the law is put in place." I told them, being careful to keep my identity a secret.

"How old are you?" Feyre asked.

"Twelve." I replied.

"You are very powerful for a twelve-year-old." Rhys said.

"My father is considered one of the most powerful pure blooded fae in my world, he is distantly related to a god. My mother was considered one of the most powerful demi fae before she lost most of her powers in a war. I inherited all of her power before she lost it as well as a little of my fathers." I told them, again being careful to keep their identity a secret.

"Are you going to tell them who you are?" a voice purred from the doorway.

I looked over and saw the silver eyed woman from earlier.

"How do you know so much about me?" I growled.

"I'm from your world, I knew your parents, they didn't really like me, and I don't particularly like them but that is fair enough as I did take over your mother's body and nearly killed tour father in the process." She told me in a perfectly calm voice.

"Deanna." I hissed, pressing an ice dagger to her throat as I stood from the sofa.

"Glad to see your mother told you stories of me." she purred.

"You could have ended the entire war, but you decided to be a selfish bitch instead, I thought my mother killed you for it?" I snapped, gods I was angry.

"You know your parents should really watch their language around you." She said frowning.

"You killed Elena, didn't take Erawan and were perfectly fine letting my mother die. Because of you Uncle Gavriel died, the thirteen died as well as countless soldiers." Tears slid down my face for the lives lost.

"You mother shouldn't have changed her mind at the last second." Deanna snapped at me.

"You don't get to blame your actions on her, I don't care if you are my blood, I will kill you for what you did." I was so angry; I knew that my eyes were burning.

"Nehemiah, take a breath, sure Amren did some stuff in her previous life but here she is my family." Feyre knelt in front of me.

"They were my family." I whispered; she wiped a tear from my face.

"I know they were, and I know that she hurt people you love, but please don't kill her." I looked into her eyes, the pain and sadness there.

I let the dagger fall to the ground and it smashed.

"Amren you are going to go back to your apartment, we can talk later." Feyre told her without even looking over her shoulder.

She mumbled something that even my fae ears couldn't hear before leaving.

"How are you and Amren related?" Rhys asked I turned to him.

"She's my great, great grandmother" I said with a sigh.

"Nehemiah, I'd like you to meet the rest of our inner circle over lunch, is that ok?" Rhys asked me.

"How many?" I needed to know.

"There are three others." Feyre told me.

"Sure, it can't be any worse than my family dinners." I said with a grin.