A S T A R I S B O R N

H E R N A M E S A K E

FEYRE ARCHERON LAID ON the bed, screaming and hissing in pain as she was delivering hers and Rhysands second child. Clutching onto the hand of her eldest sister Nesta, she kept pushing, waiting for her child to be brought into the world.

"One more push, Feyre" Helion encouraged on the other end waiting for his dear friend to give one more push.

Releasing another scream of pain and agony, she felt the weight of another being released off her. Feyre let out a sigh, sending Rhys a message through their bond, telling him that he should bring Nyx to meet the new member of their family.

For some reason everything was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

"Helion?" The High Lady questioned, sitting up, ignoring all the stabbing pains she felt. "Helion, what's going on?" Feyre questioned again, looking at the now silent High Lord of Day. "Nesta, what's happening?" The youngest Archeron sister asked her eldest, waiting for a reply.

Nesta stood frozen on her place, looking at the newborn Helion held in his hands. The doors opened of the chambers opened and revealed the High Lord and her nephew, hand in hand, both matching the same sort of happy energy entering the room.

"Can I see my son or hopefully daughter?" Rhysand asked, a glow of excitement evident on his sharp features. "It was a girl" Helion said, ever so softly that it almost went unnoticed by everyone present in the room. Almost.

Was.
She was a girl.

The thought crushed Feyre, causing her to burst into tears.

Her daughter.
The second child.
The one who would never experience a future. A family. A mate.

The grin that was plastered on the High Lords face, instantly fanished along with his glow, upon hearing the news. Rhysand let go of his sons hand and stiffly walked towards Helion, who still had his stillborn in his hands.

"Can I hold her?" Rhysand asked his friend, wanting to hold his delicate child. Helion nodded, hesitantly handing the child to him as silver pools brimmed in his eyes.

Holding onto his daughter, he couldn't help but marvel at her features.

Her raven hair that were identical to his and Nyx, was sprawled all over her fragile head. Her smooth yet porcelain skin matched his mates but closed eyes prevented him from knowing if she had the ocean eyes of his mates or the dark lavender eyes of his.

Holding her securely in his arms, he made a vow to bring her back. One that would cost a great price. One that dangerous.

But he didn't care. He too blinded by the fact he loved his daughter and how he would go against all odds to protect her and make her happy.

And he didn't mind.

Looking back at his mate, his heart broke for the second time that day.

His mate.

His Feyre Darling.

With tear staining her cheeks and blood shot eyes, she looked defeated. So broken. Rhys slowly made his way over to his mate, handing her their child.

The High Ladys eyes met her beautiful mates violet ones. The ones she hoped their daughter has. Had.

The painful reminder visted her again, leaving her to become a sobbing mess all over again but was immediately interrupted when Rhys put their daughter on her lap. "Just look at her" Rhysand said, bending down on knee as both the High Lady and High Lord looked upon their little creation.

Nyx and Nesta held hands, watching the couple stare at their lost family member. Tears were streaming down the face of the young prince, feeling the hurt and pain from loosing his sister. He wanted to get to know her, grow up with her, protect her. Now all of that was gone. Taken away from him.