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Chapter 6 - Azriel

Celaena returns to the dining room nearly in tears.

She doesn't sit down, just grabs Lysandra and leaves

I glance at Rhys, Would you like me to follow?

Go, but stay hidden

I nod my head, wrap myself in shadows and follow them

***

After entered Lysandra's chambers, I sent a tiny shadow into be my ears.

Aelin/Celaena

I collapsed on the bed, a sob escaping from my throat

"What is it Aelin, what did she tell you?"

"He's dead. Rowans dead. He died of heartache. He never told her who her mother was, and he died because of it"

"Oh, Aelin, I'm so sorry. I'm sure once the rest of your court is back, they'll feel the same way, even Lorcan. But probably not Aedion. He'll just be concerned for your mental health at least. Do you wanna stay over tonight?"

"No. I must go back to my own rooms. Good night, Lys"

"Good night Aelin"

Azriel

Who is Aelin? a Nickname? Who is Rowan? the rest of her court? I'm starting to have a bad feeling about the girl...

I hear footsteps coming towards the door, but I don't leave. i lean against the wall as Celaena - Aelin - whatever her name is walks out

And seems shocked to see me

"Didn't sense my presence this time Celaena? Or is it Aelin? Why don't you and your friend come back to the hall and explain to us exactly who you really are"

I step towards her when the door opens again

and another Celaena - Aelin - steps out, " I thought I sensed your presence Azriel. Always safer to send out my lady first is seems"

The Aelin standing in front of me suddenly changes, morphs, into Lysandra

"y-you have Tamlins magic" i stutter. the first time in my life, in fact that I have stuttered.

Lysandra screws up her pretty mortal face, "I me that tool one, for like, 30 minutes, and  I've definitely had my magic for much, much longer than 30 minutes. Now, you wanted us?"

***

We reenter the hall halfway through an unpleasant conversation that the two women were not to happy to hear

"Itts to dangerous to waltz into the Spring Court and steal Tamlins prisoners. It's a violation of the Geneva prisoner of war convention!" Cassian says.

Amren rolls her eyes, "Oh, please. As long as Rhysie and Feyre don't go, we aren't breaking the convention! Besides, you heard Celaena and Lysandra, they could beat them by themselves! did you SEE what Celaena did to Ianthe? She's a fricken ASSASSIN"

Cassian," Assassin she may be, but also hooman"

Feyre clears her throat, " I was once hooman, and I still killed...her. And I wasn't even an Assassin. just a basic huntress who would do anything for his love. Maybe Celaena too is driven by love?"

She stares Cassian down before our presence is noticed

Anger is radiating of Aelin, " I thought I told you Lysandra and I could handle it. Or do you not trust us. Do you not trust Hoomans?"

Mor excuses herself from the table, "I want no part in this, and I have a party to get ready for, so I'll be going now"

she hurries out of the room, followed by Elain and Nesta, who gives Cassian a sultry look. A promise

Everyone turns to face us. Rhys arches his eyebrows, What happened?

It seems they haven't told us the complete truth about themselves

are they willing to talk?

as if in answer, Aelin speaks, "We don't need to say anything. But Rhysand, if you are thinking of torturing us, do me first. Lysandra is only a hooman and will be killed. I am more...accustomed to torture. I understand torture. we're close buddies, torture and I"

"You speak as if you AREN'T hooman, Celaena" Cassian quizzes

"Who said I was?" and in a flash of bright light, Aelin becomes fae."Now, will you let us go to the spring court and rescue MY court? JUST me and my Ghost Leopard?"

Lysandra smirks and shifts into a huge spotted white leopard

Cassian just shakes his head, "Fae or not, you don't know our world. you can't just walk into the spring court"

Aelin nods her head in understanding, "OK, I won't sneak in"

Lysandra resumes hooman form and rolls her eyes as if knowing exactly what Aelin was going to say next

"I'm going to walk straight through the front doors, disintegrating everyone and anyone who sees me, including Tamlin the High Tool until I get my court back" She growls, snapping her fingers, a lone flame now dancing on her fingertips growing bigger and bigger until she covers it with her other hand extinguishing the flame

I can't stand it any longer, I can't be around her any longer, so I pivot on my foot running from the room

Running from Aelin, my mate...

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wasn't that fun?

i think so :)

- She Who Ships Aelin and Azriel