Violet Dreams

Chapter 9

It was the next day and Arabella had left to practice winnowing with Rhysand. However, Nyx was helping his mother at her art studio. He used to always hang out with her here when he was younger and his dad was away in the Court of Nightmares. He has fond memories of learning to paint and failing horribly. His mother had always encouraged him to keep trying but Nyx's heart was never in painting like hers was. He still loved the activity, but mainly because it brought happy memories of his mother.

"Can you pass me the blue?" His mother asked.

Nyx snapped out of his haze and reached to his right where the paint cans sat.

"Which blue?" He asked.

Feyre shrugged, "which ever you want, I'm not fussy".

"But what if it's the wrong blue and ruins your painting?" Nyx said confused.

Feyre laughed, "I'm painting for fun, there's no such thing as a ruined painting".

Nyx grabbed the closest can, "I'm not sure whether your optimism is concerning or inspiring".

Feyre smiled, taking the can from Nyx's hands and popping it open. A dark royal blue laid inside.

Nyx watched as his mother began painting the Sidra. She had invited him here on his day off, he accepted obviously, he would never say no to spending time with his mother. He had, however, expected some lecture or at least some questions about Arabella. But she hadn't said anything and Nyx was thoroughly confused, because there was absolutely no way Rhys hadn't told his mother.

"Don't you have like questions or something?" He asked suddenly.

"Questions about what?"

Nyx rolled his eyes as his mother played dumb, "questions about my mate".

Mate. The word sounded so foreign on his tongue, he was still partially in disbelief that he even had one. And to believe it was Arabella, the most beautiful woman he had ever met? He was certainly lucky, and could only hope that she would allow him to take care of her, to make her happy. That's all he really wanted.

"Do you like her?" His mother asked softly, a genuine tone to her voice.

"More than anyone I've ever met. I liked her before I knew we were mates, before we'd even spoken".

Feyre smiled softly, "then I don't need to know anything else".

Nyx furrowed his brows, "no lecture? No word of warning? No more questions?"

She titled her head, "lecture?"

"She's the heir to another court. The sole heir to another court, you aren't concerned what that might mean?"

She shrugged, "I'm sure you two will make it work. Besides, Rhys and I aren't going anywhere, you have hundreds of years to figure it out".

Nyx sighed, perhaps feeling a little bit of relief. His mother was right, it's years until he has to concern himself with such things, he could - they could - cross that bridge when they get to it.

"But how do I tell her?" Nyx asked hopelessly.

Feyre smiled, "however you like. Just make sure you tell her. Just ask your father what happens when she finds out for herself".

Feyre seemed to be chuckling at a memory but Nyx was still torn.

"What is she rejects the bond? I don't think I could survive if she did such a thing", he said sadly.

"Oh Nyx", Feyre said placing her hand in his, "you are impossible not to love".

"I can be kind of a dick to her". He internally cringed at his wording.