Crown of Mist

Chapter 4

'Helion.' Rhys and Feyre said as they entered the High Lords sitting room.
'Hello.' He responded. 'As you two don't seem to be distressed about your son being in Terassen I assume you have the same deal with the Queen as I do.' Rhys smirked.
'And what deal would that be?' Rhys asked and Helion laughed.
'Sit. Would you like some whiskey?' Then he looked at Feyre's swollen stomach 'or maybe some tea?' Feyre smiled.
'Some tea would be great but you two go ahead and have whiskey.' Feyre said. Helion poured a cup of tea for Feyre and poured himself and Rhys a glass of whiskey.
'What is it that you wanted to discuss?' Rhys finally asked once they were all seated.
'The queen.' Helion responded. Rhys raised a brow. 'I don't plan to kill her for caring and protecting her people in any way she can besides the deal I have with her is good enough for me.'
'Then what about her is it that you want to discuss?' Feyre asked.
'Her being a goddess. Did you two really have no idea?'
'We knew about her powers. Well we didn't know the extent of them but we knew she had fire magic and we thought that she was a Demi-fae.' Rhys said. When Helion opened his mouth to no doubt ask why she didn't use her powers during the war Rhys continued. 'She hated how the humans were treated her and said that she won't use her magic because she knew that the others wouldn't stop treating the humans like shit and slaves if she did that.'
'No wonder her people love her.' Rhys again raised his brow. 'Didn't you see how her Lords and Ladies and even the other kings and queens looked at her? Like she was a goddess. The way they speak to her it's not respect that is forced because she has more power it's the respect you get because you earned it.'
'She did earn it didn't she?' Rhys asked. Helion only smiled.
'Any way my scholars found some interesting things about her ancestry. That why I called you two here.' Helion said.