★·.·'¯'·.·★ "I love you so...
...please let me go"★·.·'¯'·.·★
𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the Winter Court Princess finds her mate but he doesn't seem to want the same as her.
𝙋𝙧𝙚-𝘼𝘾𝙊𝙏𝘼𝙍- 𝘼𝘾𝙊𝙒𝘼𝙍...
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She has nightmares every night since she was trapped under the mountain. They vary in a big range from her father dead eyes looking straight at her to Alara betraying her and Kallias dying.
But the worse of all is when she dreams, beautiful dreams that make salty tears form in her eyes, dreams of the life she wanted years ago, with the future family she had created in her head. Those were the most agonizing to go through, because as soon as her eyes opened all the love and warmth she had felt for some short minutes would transform into cold fury.
As she woke up she heard voices talking in Feyre cell, confused that the whispers had not told her of the new visit she stood up and slowly walked towards the window.
"I'll make a trade with you" Kallista instantly recognized the voice that spoke in velvety tones "I'll heal your arm in exchange for you. For two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you'll live with me in the Night Court. Starting after this messy three-trial business"
Kallista could basically see his smirk from all the way to her door and that's when she smiled "Rhysand, Rhysand, Rhysand"
She said his name in taunting, the princess could see Rhysand's back from the open door and the way it straightened at hearing her raspy voice. He turned around to find Kallista staring at him from the window.
"Making deals with mortals, how low you've fallen, but I guess we all have" Kallista remarked with a smile hidden behind the iron mask.
"A mortal you are friends with and who you know might save us all" Rhysand responded his smirk unwavering, though inside he felt quite guilty, seeing as his brothers mate was in here, alone for all this years, suffering.
"So you are saying you are using her in your favor?" She questioned.
"Are you not?"
"There's no war plans or plots in this dingy cell, Rhysand, only a couple of rats" Kallista grinned a feline smile. "Feyre, do not accept his deal, if there's one thing I learned about Night faes is that they are all brutes"
"If she does not accept my deal she will must likely die, no matter how many spells you put on her, Ka-"
"Spells?" Feyre interrupted their bickering with furrowed brows, sweat going down her temples.
"Indeed, it appears your friend has put magic in you, but it was not strong enough to keep the wound from infecting" Rhysand explained looking back at Feyre, and for one small second Rhysand's eyes softened which Kallista saw. "If her arm doesn't get better she will eventually die and then we will all be doomed"
