Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓

Chapter 42: The High Lords of Prythian

∙ Madis POV ∙

"Oh, well hello there, lady!" A red-haired boy greeted, extending his hand towards me.

Another young male looking just like him, maybe a few years younger, flung his arm around him and grinned at me.

It was all so overwhelming. Just minutes ago we had winnowed to the Spring Court for the High Lord's meeting and to say that I was nervous and absolutely thrilled would be an understatement. There were so many people—fae—who seemed so nice, but looked somehow scary.

And generally there were so many people which already overwhelmed me. The mental strokes Nyx sent me every two seconds did a lot to comfort me, also his hand holding mine.

"Brock Vanserra. My brother Firo. What is your name, stunning?"

A blush crept over my cheeks and I gasped in delight. How was everyone so kind and charming here?

"My girlfriend, you git," Nyx grumbled, slinging his arm around my waist and pulling me flush to his chest.

"And does she have a name?" the boy called Firo teased and wiggled his brows. I grinned at him, nodding. "Madis. Madis Hale," I stated politely, finally reaching my hand forward and shaking theirs.

"Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady. Fits perfectly. You are really easy on the eyes, Madis Hale," he expressed and my cheeks flushed even harder.

I mean I loved Nyx more than I thought to be healthy but receiving compliments like that was still something so new. And he was quite handsome. Normally guys like him, like all of them, had always ignored me.

Don't call him handsome. He is an idiot. And I would have never ignored you. I mean it!

My eyes snapped open. Had I forgotten to throw up my mental shields?

Yes. And stop grinning at him. I only want you to look at me like that. With those stunning, lovey eyes.

I squeaked, before breaking into laughter which earned me an irritated look from Brock and Firo.

"They are doing this mind thing. You know like his parents. Whispering all sorts of nasty things to each other," Firo explained and Brock nodded his head, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Before I could reprimand them, I was greeted by another person.

"Hi. Such a pleasure to meet you. Finja it is." The female who the voice belonged to, Finja, pushed past Brock and Firo and extended her hand to me.

"Hello, pleasure to meet you. Madis it is. And you...have stunning hair, gods..." I breathed, my jaw nearly dropping to the ground. She indeed had. Long, bright white hair that looked like it was made of snow flakes.

"Oh, how kind. Thank you so much," she giggled and then also a blond haired girl stepped forward smiling brightly.

"You are the pretty mortal girl who wooed the heir of the Night Court and made a drooling fool out of him?" she chuckled. If it was possible I blushed even harder.

"Iris? Shut up!" Nyx grumbled, squeezing my waist to which I sniggered.

"Apperently I am. But I must admit the drooling and panting suits him, doesn't it?"

Iris threw her head back, laughing loudly while clutching her middle.

"Gods, Nyx, I love her already. Thank the gods, Andras already has a mate, not that history repeats itself."

"Thin ice, Iris. There is a line that should not be crossed, alright? I think we had agreed on that," Finja cut in, her tone sharp and no kindness in it.