It was quite exhausting traveling each day to training. She hated that she had to depend on Mor or Rhys, although, she didn't mind depending on Mor that much.
She loved being in her presence, it calmed all the storms of her past that plagued her mind. It made her at ease, not needing to pull up her shield all the time.
She wanted to be always near her, touching her, but she didn't know if Mor was even interested in females like that.
She shakes her head, clearing her mind, as she keeps doing core exercises Cass added to their lesson this morning.
"Em?" Nesta's voice called her back from her thoughts.
She looks in the direction of her friend, as she was approaching her.
"We're having a family dinner at the River House tonight, Rhys and Feyre told me to ask you if you would like to join us." Her friend looked at her expectantly.
"I would love to, but I can't just leave my shop." She bites her lip, sadness washing over her.
She loved spending time with her friends and Nesta's family.
"I can ask Cass to send someone to take care of it. I would love to have you with us." Nesta was practically glowing and Emerie realized her sister had something planned for tonight.
"You're up to no good, are you?" Emerie asked and Nesta only smirked at her knowingly.
Emerie rolled her eyes at her. She was for sure up to no good. She just needed to figure out what was she up to.
"Okay, if he can send someone to look after it, I might join." Although all of her wanted to be there with her sisters, with Mor, she couldn't just leave her shop.
Her awful uncle would see that as an opportunity to call her out as careless and unfit to run a business on her own. She couldn't give him that satisfaction.
Nesta jumped to her feet and basically run to Cassian. She hangs her arms around his neck as his hands find their way around her waist. Emerie was happy for her sister. She could only hope she'll find something like that one day.
Her mind immediately went to Mor. Her smile. The way her golden hair shines brighter in the sun. The way her nose scrunches when she's frowning. The way each of her curves moved so sensually each time she was dancing. The way her brown eyes would turn into shades of honey whenever the sun illuminated them and the way those same eyes would turn chocolate brown when she was angry.
She slapped herself mentally, forcing her thoughts away from Mor. She couldn't think of her in that way. She couldn't fall for Mor. She just couldn't risk her heart that way.
***
True to her word, Nesta asked Cassian to find someone to replace her at the shop. And he did. Rhys came to retrieve her, and as she now stands nervously in front of the River House's entrance, she was knocking her knuckles.
She had to control herself. Her urges and desires. It would be inappropriate. It would ruin everything, and she just couldn't be the reason everybody's night was ruined. She didn't have a family and these people just might be the closest thing she'll ever have to a real family.
As soon as Emerie entered the dining room she was greeted by Feyre. Feyre was young, but she carried herself in a way that you would question if she was much older. Emerie was quite often impressed by her wisdom, and she realized she was not the only one. The rest of the Inner Circle always looked at Feyre with love, admiration, and joy. Emerie knew of some things the High Lady went through, but she couldn't even begin to imagine how it actually felt to go through it. She knew Feyre deserved every bit of admiration and respect she gets.

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ACOTAR ONESHOTS
Short StoryOneshots featuring characters from A Court Of Thorns And Roses (ACOTAR) series by Sarah J. Maas. All rights to Sarah J. Maas.