𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

It had been a couple days since I scorched the naga to death and the only eventful activity that had happened since had been me limping into the manor with a wide grin on my face, all bloodied from one of the naga catching me by surprise and nicking me with one of its unforgiving claws.

 Feyre was utterly terrified of me, or my appearance, or both. She hadn't talked or spoken to me since and every time I had tried to make eye contact with her, she somehow finds a way to evade me. Tamlin was a bit shaken, though I'm pretty sure I was the only one to notice it. I think he feels insecure at the fact that there is someone living in his manor that is strong, smarter, and overall better than he is. However I am the best protection the Spring Court has against any foes, and he knows that I wouldn't do anything to hurt Lucien, so I'm not sure why he is so skittish. Lucien just got mad at me for "putting myself at risk" as he put it. He would shit himself if he knew of all of the other things I had I done. 

And so that's about everything interesting that had happened, time seems to crawl in this springy court. Well, I did fall down the stairs once, but I'm blaming it on the fact that I wanted to hear Tamlin and Feyre's conversation. As if I couldn't hear it well enough from upstairs. Their conversations had gotten better, civil at the very least, but hey it was better than nothing. Maybe she would fall in love with him? My bets were on a hard no. 

A couple weeks ago, when Feyre and Tamlin were notably somewhere else. Lucien and I decided to cast bets on whether or not she would actually fall in love with him. It should also be noted that we were so drunk that we couldn't even get back inside the manor after getting absolutely wasted in the stables. Lucky enough for me, hundreds of years of Autumn Court booze and a drinking problem gave me an extremely high tolerance and I didn't end up with horse shit on my face, Lucien however wasn't so fortunate. 

Which is what brought us to riding with Feyre and Tamlin, to view more of what the Spring Court had to offer. Feyre had finally agreed to be around Tamlin for a prolonged period of time, so I honestly don't know why he forced Lucien and I to come along, but here we were riding horseback to a spot that would hopefully impress the human. 

"We brought a blanket," Tamlin said as soon as we got to the valley. It was pretty, and I could see the appeal,  however I spent to much time outdoors to really take in the scenery as the human now did. 

Lucien started to lay a blanket out on the tall grass but I just flopped onto it, feeling its hairs on my skin. I signed as I scrunched my toes in the dirt, relaxing under the suns soft rays. My younger brother just snorted at my antics, giving me an odd look. I just stuck my tough out at him in return. 

"What is this place?" Feyre said, still running her fingers through the grass. 

"Just a glen" Tamlin replied while Lucien simultaneously snorted. 

"Do you like it?" Tamlin asked looking at Feyre. I glanced to Lucien, already feeling awkward as we shared a look. Its not like we could just get up and leave. Or could we?

"Yes" was all Feyre said as she continued to look at the glen, her breath turning uneven. 

Tamlin chuckled as he replied, "That's it? 'Yes'?"

"Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?" Feyre said sarcastically and I winced. 

"Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?" Tamlin said, cutting a glare to me. The night after I got back from killing the naga, after giving Tamlin the run down on what happened, one of his first questions had been if the Suriel had given Feyre any valuable information. Obviously I told him no, after all she's the one that sat there all day and had to face both the Suriel and the naga in the same day, the human earned the information she worked so hard to obtain. And I wasn't going to rat her out just because the Lord asked me to.