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Chapter 3 - Mor/Viviane

[Viviane]

The Winter Court is known for its parties,

The Night Court is known for torturing innocent souls

I don't know who made THAT up, but they need better judgement.

The Night Court loves parties.

Especially Mor.

The party queen seems to be in a better mood than usual tonight though.

I walk towards her, a hunter stalking their prey.

"What's gotten into you Mor? You seem...happier than usual"

She turns to face me, her eyes shining with joy

Joy someone put there

She simply says, "a lot has happened" and goes back to dancing.

[Mor – 5 hours before the party w/ Viviane]

We had saved the 5 people falling from the sky, but they had their own magic. The girl currently unconscious in my arms had wielded a blunt but very intricate stick and shouted some weird words that had caused a beam of purple light to wrap around the 4 hoomans in front of her, slowing but not stopping their fall, while she kept falling at full speed. The light had been enough to catch our attention away from Starfall.

"We need to get them inside" I call out to Rhys as he lands on the ground alongside Cassian and Az. They have the four other hoomans in their arms, Rhys holding the two girls and Cassian and Az a boy each.

He nods back to me, and we all winnow above the House of Wind. Cassian gives his passenger to Az and flies me and the girl down.

We then each take one, Nesta taking one of the girls. I still have her in my arms.

I lay her down on the bed, Feyre's old room. I stand back and perch on a chair in the corner of the room as I survey her. Her hair is the prettiest shade of blond, dyed navy blue at the tips.

To busy myself from staring at her, I run into Feyre's old closet, finding the girl an outfit, so she could change out of her green and Gray uniform. None of the other hoomans had worn green, just blue and red. I wonder if she is different... I came back out with a navy-blue jumpsuit, with flowing ends on the arms and legs.it had patterns of gold stitched into it, along with a gold belt fit with diamond gemstones.

I wait for a while longer, and as I get up from my chair she starts to twitch and jerk. I rush to the bed and try to still her body from the thrashing. I notice that her ring has slipped off her finger and as soon as I put it back on, she stills, her eyes blinking open.

Her eyes are a beautiful pine green, with golden flecks.

She sits up on the bed, and I notice a badge pinned to her tie:

Delilah Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Slytherin Prefect

That was her name.

Delilah

I quickly back away from her- Delilah's bed and point to the clothes, "get dressed/ I'll meet you outside your room in about an hour in case you need some time to clean up."

[exactly 1 hour]

I've been waiting outside Delilah's room for 5 minutes when I hear laughter coming from withing

I feel tempted to see who's there, but that would just be suspicious.

Instead, I knock on the door and wait patiently to be let in

When Delilah opens the door and lets me in, there is no one else there, "who were you talking to?" I ask, not able to hold back.

"No one. I'm ready to go"

I not my head stiffly and escort her to the ever-expanding dining hall, where everyone else is already waiting.

A/N: Now u are all gonna kill me

Sorry, but Rowan doesn't exist anymore

Aelin does though

:)

-She Who Ships Aelin and Azriel