𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 | morrigan

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱

It had been seven months since Marina had last seen her youngest sister. The eldest Archeron still had hope that Feyre hadn't been killed in her attempt to free her High Lord. In fact, she had to have hope. Because if she didn't hold onto that hope, she would simply fall apart. Marina couldn't imagine a world without her youngest sister, it seemed unbearable.

As usual, she was in the music room, playing the piano. In the last seven months, everything and nothing had changed. She was still the same, playing the piano every day, waking up screaming from nightmares, but Nesta and Elain were good. The had fully integrated into their new life and finally didn't seem to have a worry in the world.

Even though she usually didn't hear much while playing the piano, Marina Archeron did hear the bell ring through the house. She bolted from the little stool, an odd feeling gnawing at her insides. Not bad odd, but like it was finally the day she had long been waiting for. She gathered the skirts of her emerald dress, rushing to get down the stairs.

Her breath hitched for a moment, when she saw her youngest sister standing in the doorway. Marina didn't notice Nesta standing at the top of the stairs as she rushed past her, or Elain standing in the hallway. All the oldest Archeron could see was Feyre standing in the doorway. Tears were spilling down her cheeks at sight of the sister she loved so dearly. And before she knew it, she had thrown herself into Feyre's arms.

She only sobbed harder, when she could really feel her sisters form against her body. The two girls slowly sank to the ground, holding onto each other for dear life. Marina pushed Feyre's hood down, to stroke her hair, not even noticing her sisters now pointed ears. "My sweet child", she murmured over and over again while gently stroking her sisters hair. Feyre sobbed at her sisters words, Marina had been the one of her sisters she had missed the most.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, they seemed to finally remember that they weren't alone. Nesta was still standing at the top of the stairs, starring down at them, while Elain was silently crying.

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The four sisters were sitting in the drawing room, Feyre having put on her hood again. Nesta and Elain were sitting on a small sofa opposite Feyre. Marina had choosen the armchair for herself, this way she could observe everything that would happen during the conversition. Feyre spoke first, "Where is father?" "In Neva", Nesta said, naming one of the largest cities on the continent. "Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you've come back to warn us about."

Elain lifted her teacup, "Whatever the reason, Feyre, we are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were--" Feyre pulled her hood back before she could go on. Elain's teacup rattled in its saucer as she noticed her ears. Her longer, slender hands -- the face that was undeniably Fae.

"I was dead", Feyre said roughly. "I was dead, and then I was reborn -- remade." Elain sat her shivering teacup onto the the low-lying table between them. Amber liquid splashed over the side, poolig in the saucer. Nesta angled herself -- between Feyre and Elain. Marina shot the sister clostest in age to her a glare.

"I need you to listen", Feyre told them, looking Nesta straight into the eyes as she said it. She didn't need to convince Marina of her story, the eldest would always have her back, no matter what. And Elain would do whatever Nesta did.

They all listened. Feyre told them of Under the Mountain. And Amarantha. She told them about death -- and rebirth. Marina fought back tears when her sister mentioned her death. The thought that she had nearly lost her youngest sister made her want to throw up. Feyre also explained what needed to happen here, of the threat that Hybern posed.

She explained what this house needed to be, what they needed to be, and what she needed from them. Marina was ready to do every single thing her sister asked of her, but Nesta and Elain didn't seem convinced. They seemed scared even. Marina understood that they all had been raised to believe the Fae to be horrible creatures, but Feyre wasn't and that was prove enough for her.

It was Elain who said, "You -- you want other High Fae to come ... here. And ... and the Queens of the Realm." Feyre nodded slowly. "Find somewhere else", Nesta said. Marina shot her a warning look, but Nesta continued. "Find somewhere else. I don't want them in my house. Or near Elain."

"What you seem to forget here, sister, is that, while father is away, I am the rightful owner of this house. You have no right to deny Feyre her wishes. When I say she can do whatever she needs to do with this estate, I mean it." Nesta gulped at Marina's words, but the respect she had for her sister couldn't manage to overpower the protectiveness she felt over Elain.

"What happens when the people around here learn we're Fae sympathizers? Are we any better than the Children of the Blessed, then? Any standing, any influence we have -- gone. And Elain's wedding--" She was cut off by Feyre blurting out, "Wedding."

"In five months. She's marrying a lord's son. And his father has devoted his life to hunting down your kind  when they cross the wall." The way Nesta said your kind to Feyre made Marina shoot her another glare. If looks could kill, Nesta would be six feet under by now. "So there will be no meeting here. There will be no Fae in this house."

Elain was the one who spoke up on Feyre's behalf, because Nesta wouldn't listen to Marina no matter how high her respect for the eldest Archeron might be, but she would listen to Elain. "Nesta. If ... if we do not help Feyre, there won't be a wedding. Even Lord Nolan's battlements and all his men, couldn't save me from ... from them."

"We keep it secret -- we send the servants away. With the spring approaching, they'll be glad to go home. And if Feyre needs to be in and out for meetings, she'll send word ahead, and we'll clear them out. Make up excuses to send them on holidays. Father won't be back until the summer, anyway. No one will know."

She put a hand on Nesta's knee, "Feyre gave and gave -- for years. Let us now help her. Help ... others." Feyre met Nesta's gaze. "There is no other way." Nesta's chin lifted slightly, "We'll send the servants away tomorrow." "Today", Feyre pushed. "We don't have any time to lose. Order them to leave now."

"I'll do it", Elain said, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. Marina zoned out of the conversation Feyre and Nesta were having, knowing it wasn't made for her to hear. The only thing she heard was Feyre asking, if they would like to meet the people of the court she was staying in now. And Marina would very much like to meet the Fae, who had taken in her sister with open arms.

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feyre and marina are reunited, and i love that for them
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next chapter marina is going to meet the bat boys, i'm very excited to write that chapter
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