★·.·'¯'·.·★ "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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After Feyre was healed completely they had taken her. She didn't know what they set her up to but the fact that Rhysand was probably looking over her ease her nerves a bit.
There was still weeks ahead until the second trail was to take place and Kallista has become a slightly more impatient person than she once was. She longed to getting out of her and feel the warmth of the sun against her face, outside of this four walls of which she has memorized every single chip and crevice.
It went like this a few days, the guards taking Feyre's to do tiresome chores, when Feyre told her what they had made her do she thought it could have been worst but that thought was quickly dismissed, she forgot that humans were fragil. Weak bones, Weak minds, Weak hearts.
But she remembered when she used to have a weak heart like Feyre, when she would have done anything in her power to save the life of the man she loved.
Now however she understood why must fae kept their hearts cold and guarded.
And every time Feyre returned the princess would give her half of her food knowing that she needed more than she ever did, she would listen to whatever somber thoughts consumed Feyre's mind that day and at night when silence reign the cells she would listen to the quiet humming of the music in the ballroom.
The next day Feyre was taken once more like the past days but after that day they did not took her again.
Kallista questioned her if something had happened in which Feyre responded by telling her all that transpired in Rhysand's room and how he had relieved her from the chores. The princess only rolled her eyes and muttered an 'of course', obviously Rhysand did not want to see her cleaning every little spot on under the mountain.
The next day a hot- not mold filled- meal appeared in Hera and Feyre's cell, she cursed Rhysand under her breathe and proceeded to devoure the entire thing in minutes, this one being the first hot meal she had eaten in 49 years. She find this action a little bit egoistical, how he's helping her now that he has a reason to.
Days passed like thunder for Kallista, it was nothing new to her, sitting in silence in her cell the time passing, but this time she wasn't so alone with Feyre trying to make conversation, she guesses the human felt lonely, but who wouldn't? Kallista herself felt lonely- until Feyre arrived that is.
Kallista was telling Feyre stories of the winter court when she heard Feyre's cell being opened, she looked through her window to find two of the half wraiths that sometimes accompanied Rhysand in the High Lord meetings.
