Throne Of Courts

Oneshot 1

Yup, this is a oneshot, thank you... It was just an idea that popped into my head one day, and I just HAD to write it down, or I would die...

In my head, this scene seemed super cute, but I'm fairly certain it's going to turn out a mess, so... Good luck!!

Spoiler alert: Literally the whole oneshot spoils the whole ACOSF, so if you haven't read it yet, I wouldn't advise you to read this. :))

(Told from Rhys's perspective.)

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Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, despite surviving multiple wars and battles, was in no way likely going to survive the night if he couldn't find his son.

"Nyx," he groaned, poking his head under a table. "Cauldron, where the hell are you?"

It had started out as a game of hide-and-seek. Which was the little two year old's absolute favourite, but had ended up with Rhys losing him.

"It's not funny," Rhys sighed, raking a hand through his blue black hair.

It did not help that they were currently in the townhouse. Where there were many, many, hiding places.

He'd warded off only the dining room for them to use, but he wouldn't all that surprised if Nyx had figured out a way to get through them.

"You, little fella," he spoke into the large space, being fairly certain that Nyx was still in the room. "Are spending way too much time with Uncle Az."

He scanned the room, sweeping his dark power over the area. Nyx was not there.

But fine, he'd stopped trusting his power when it came to looking for his son, apparently, it didn't work at all because Nyx was so much like him.

That, he prided in, though.

"Your mother's going to kill me," he muttered, swearing quietly.

"You lost Nyx again, didn't you?" Came a familiar voice in the doorway.

"Feyre darling," he plastered a smile onto his face. "What makes you think that?"

He was sooooooooo dead-

A giggle behind Feyre elicted a groan.

"There you are," Rhys sighed, stalking over and sweeping his son up into his arms.

"Hi," Nyx said, grinning.

"Guess where I found the little bastard?" Feyre prompted. Without waiting for him to reply, she went on and said, "The front door, Rhys."

She raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Technically, Feyre, you can't blame me if our son is extremely talented at hiding. On the contrary, you should blame Az. But aren't you supposed to be with Nesta?"

"Nice subject change," she noted. "But fine, I was with Nesta until Mor suddenly winnowed in with a desperate message from Cassian, saying that Cassian Jr. wouldn't stop crying, and that he was panicking, so Mor winnowed her into the House of Wind, and I came back."

Rhysand snorted. A couple months after Nyx was born, Nesta had pestered Cassian for a child. The only problem that they'd had in the process of having a kid was choosing a proper name for him.

It had been about three months since Cassian Jr. had been born, and yet they still had not decided on a name.

Hence the nickname Cassian Jr. , affectionally dubbed by Nesta, then annoyingly adopted by Cassian.