A court of love and secrets

5

The sound of glass breaking woke Lilith from her sleep. The sound snapping inside her dead, the very second she heard it, she took the knife that she kept under her pillow (just Incase some idiot thought wise to break into her own apartment in the city of starlight) and ran down the steps. She had stayed at her sister-in-laws, the High Lady of the Spring Courts home last night. Wanting Circe to answer all her questions on what she should suspect when her feet reach the ground of Re'en. The island in which Scalswind was born ontop off. The High Pristess, being Circe, had only answered a few of the heiress of the Night Courts questions before she disappeared down the hallway claiming to have an headache and that she needed to rest. Lilith of course knew that it was a lie, but did not want to question by what seemed to be an upset woman. The heiress of the Night Court got to the upstairs landing that overlooked the main entrance to the private residence of the High Ruler of the Spring Court when she saw her. Her hair was a soft red, not at bright as Circe's but red all the same. Her eyes, the colour of borne hazel bunny's. Her dress of Spring green blowing in the wind. Already Nyx, her older brother and mate to the ruler of the Spring Court stood ready, sword in hand incase the female hurt anyone. Rhysand, her father, however just looked at the female. The Dragon only looked the female up and down before she mumbled something about her beauty sleep.

"Melissa Westa." The High Lord of the Night Court said surprised. "An surprise and honor."

Lilith knew that name from her history lessons, Melissa Westa. The last living Westa daughter and Verna's great grandmother. The dragon blinked at the name, she to must of heard it said in history books.

"Don't be so surprised, bastard." Melissa said, looking at the dragon. Freya Evermore opened her mouth to hiss out one of her famous insults but Rhys held her back. "I am here to see my granddaughter." The lady sent on.

"Well fuck off." A female voice said from behind Lilith. The High Priestess. "Because she does not want to see you."

"And why should I believe the words of a Willow?" Melissa said turning her head softly to the side. "That is what you are after all. Just a Willow."

"Shut your fucking mouth."

"Circe, enough." Verna hissed as she opened the library doors. She had probably fallen asleep in there. "Grandmother, now that you have seen me you can leave. See you again in two hund—"

"No." The once Daughter of Spring said.

The Westa's ruled the Spring Court before the Tansmia family came into power. Melissa's father, Kristof Westa, was the last of his line. After his wife died in childbirth alongside his only son a few months before his death. He was killed on his wedding night by a nymph he raped them forced her to mary him. The nymphs name, Willow. An ancestor to Circe. Her great great great grandmother. A link so strong that the Willow's famous red hair was still visible in Circe, who's hair was so red that it offset her skin. A blood red. The same red colour that Lilith knew that Circe's mother, Katerina had. And her grandmother, Margarita Bathory. Alongside Margarita's triplet sisters, Clythia but the more famous one Amarantha. And very single female before them  in their line. For some reason, the Willow maid allowed Melissa to live. After her fathers death, Melissa was fourced to marry her fathers childhood friend and cousin, Marley Tansmia. The first Tansmia to rule the Spring Court, and Verna's great grandfather.

"Last time I checked," Circe hissed. "You cannot tell a High Lady no. So, Melissa, take the money your clearly here for and go back to your whore."

"I would watch your tongue. Your dear aunt Amarantha no longer rules Pythian, dear Circe. And your sister is the other side of the world." Melissa said. "I wonder how long it would take for news of your death to reach your much beloved older sister."