Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓

Chapter 2: Flying at Night

∙ Nyx POV ∙

And again I found myself turning and shifting in bed, my black, silken blanket already having landed on the floor. I huffed loudly, clutching a hand over my forehead, and released a groan. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, listening to the dead silence of my room. Gods, it would be nice to have someone sleeping next to me right now. Someone I could cuddle up to—and for Cauldron's sake, I was no cuddler. Why did I suddenly think such things?

Releasing air through my nose, I sat up and rolled my shoulders back. I slowly got up, waddled over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I brushed water over my face before grabbing the sink tightly, my knuckles turning white. I let my eyes run over my face. The face of the future High Lord. Blue eyes stared back at me, glowing in the dim room.

I did not see the future High Lord. I saw a young male who was a failure.

I had no idea of politics, my mind always was somewhere else when I had to be in education with my father. The corner of my mouth tipped up when I remembered the first thing my father had taught me to write.

Rhysand is the best father in the entire world.
Feyre is the most beautiful mother in the whole entire world.
Nyx will be a kind, strong and respectful male.

I breathed a silent laugh and once again met my eyes in the looking glass. My gaze trailed over my pointed ears with the piercings that Noora had given me. My mouth twitched slightly at the memory and how my mother had freaked out afterwards, but then had bursted into laughter and told me that they suited me.

After some minutes of staring I finally let go of the sink, turned and slowly waddled back into my bedroom. I stared at my discarded blanket, the mess of clothing and boots lying around in the room. The sketchbook and the large amount of books on warfare, ruling and battle on my desk. Right, I had totally forgotten to read through them. Had rather spent my time partying and...drawing.

Standing in the threshold I knew one thing for sure: I was definitely not going to sleep anymore tonight. And there was only one thing I was going to do now.

Flying.

Sauntering over to the window with bare feet, I slowly pushed it open and glanced outside. I carefully picked up my shoes, slipping them on before donning some old shirt. The shirt along with my sleeping pants would have to do. I was just going to fly for a bit and did not plan on staying in the cold for too long. Drawing in a deep breath and spreading my wings behind my shoulders, I lifted one leg over the window sill, the other one quickly followed and in the next second I found myself floating through the cold night air that surrounded Velaris. I took more deep breaths, spreading my wings. It was exactly what I needed.

Sometimes I wished I could just fly forever and forget about everything that happened around me. I sometimes felt so alone. But when I flew I was not alone. I had everything I needed to be happy. I had no idea why I felt so alone. I had an amazing family. A mother, a father, a sister that loved me. I had cousins, uncles and aunts, who also lived in other courts. And I had friends, really close ones. But something was missing. I knew what it was. But I would never admit it. Someone who would become my High Lady one day.

I hadn't met her yet and internally prayed every day that it wasn't Falin, but rather someone nice, smart, kind, open-minded. I just had to be patient. My father had to wait for over 500 years to find his mate. But I sometimes also just wanted someone. A mate. Someone that fully understands you and is closer to you than anyone else. Of course Noora and I were close. Cousins and best friends. But she also had her own life and it simply wasn't the same. But honestly, would some decent female ever choose me? I doubted that.