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Lessons? (Nessian)

Overview: A twist on the Wings And Embers chapter, and Nessian's relationship in it.
Rated: E
Words: 3227

Nesta had already decided she was never to talk to him again. This brute of a man—fae, had her brain going in circles. He didn't mark her body as human men did. No...he looked past that facade of confidence and beauty. Tried his very best to put a crack in that fortress she built. And he saw it. He told everyone at that dinner table what she truly was.

She had to think of something before anyone could realize how hard his simple words had hit her. Struck her. Bruised her. Cut her. Hurt her.

Nesta sat in front of a slightly dirtied mirror, brushing her hair. She hit a tangle and grunted as she pulled the brush to the tip of her locks. Her hair was silky and smooth—not frizzy, so it wasn't often it got tangled. Tangled as her thoughts were. She wanted to smack some sense into herself.

This insufferable fae male who tried to get a rise out of her....was playing on a loop on her head. She couldn't even understand why she was still thinking about those stupid words...and how hard they hit her.

She rose from her vanity table and walked over to her bed. She ruffled the blanket, sliding under it and encasing herself in warmth. She turned on her side, her right ear pressing into the pillow as she closed her eyes and waited for the dreams to come.

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Nesta blinked, her room coming into focus. She turned over, her face towards her pillow, sinking into the plushness of it, and yelled into it. She hated mornings.

She exhaled before moving the blanket off her body. Nesta's feet hit the floor, and she flinched slightly as the cool air slithered along her bare legs.

She walked to the bathing room, stripped of her clothes, and sunk in to the tub with a satisfied groan as the warm water coated her skin. She adjusted until all her limbs felt at rest.

She picked up a soap bar and started to run it along her body, the small soap bubbles forming on her skin, cleansing her from dirt and sweat she acquired overnight.

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"Good morning Nesta!" Elain chimed as Nesta walked into the main room. Their father was away, so it was usually just her and Elain—the servants around the house too, of course.

"Morning, Elain." she said, her face like stone—but tone gentle. She could feel the tinges of uneasiness in the air.

Elain hesitated before opening her mouth. "I received—received a letter from Feyre and the fae." Nesta's eyes widened, her fingers flexing on her dress. "They—one of them is coming to check with us if there's any—any news about the queens." Elain finished her sentence, a hesitant look on her face.

Nesta's brows dipped down, creating a crease in between her forehead, before releasing her a calculated breath. "When?"

"In two days." Elain winced as she watched Nesta's eyes widen. "I—"

"It's fine. I'll get everything organized so we can deal with those brutes." Nesta said sharply, taking Elain's hand in hers. "Make sure Graysen is miles away."

An afterthought to please Elain.

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Nesta had felt his presence, something grumbling deep in her bones as she opened the door. The cool burst of wind quickly washed away the feeling. He wasn't present....but she knew he was there. Most likely using some fae magic to conceal himself from everyone. Even thought she couldn't see him, it was like he called to her. Their souls whispered to each other.