Autumn Burn

Chapter Two

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Now I knew why Nyx made such a fuss about seeing the city at Night. Velaris was beautiful, breathtaking and just ... I've never seen something more perfect than this city. I doubted that I ever would. He showed me around everywhere until it was almost 1 in the morning.

"You are going to be High Lord someday." I reminded Nyx as we made our way to Rita's. Under the heavy cloak he lend me I already wore what Mor had picked out for me.

"You can't just concentrate on this city here. You have a whole Court to lead." Nyx sighed and looked up into the sky without stopping walking.

"I know. But I still have time left until I have to take on that role." I didn't say that that time could already come tomorrow. Nyx would become High Lord when Feyre and Rhys died. I didn't want that to happen at all, but Prythian wasn't safe and since these two had a thing of trying to save the world, who knew what would happen to them. Nyx liked to stay inside of Velaris' borders, rarely visiting any other place in his territory and politics didn't interest him one bit. I knew that Rhys tried his best but he was too much of a good father to force him to learn the necessary things.

"So," Nyx tone of voice changed and I knew that he would change the subject now.

"did I promise too much?" I smiled at him, knowing it would relax him.

"No, you didn't." Velaris truly was the most beautiful city at night. Yet I knew I wouldn't get much to see out of it for the rest of it since I'd probably be drunk.

In front of Rita's, Nyx hugged me tight as we said our goodbyes for the night. He didn't like to go clubbing and so this would be a girls night for me and Mor.

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Rita's was always full with people, during the day for the delicious food and in the night for the music, the alcohol and the freedom Rita granted here. I've been here often enough to enjoy both sided of the local, yet I never got the chance to stay this late. I found Mor in the middle of the big room on a table with a glass of some liquid in it. I would bet anything I had on the fact that I would die if I drank too much of it. Alcohol in Prythian was different than in my world, I couldn't drink everything they had here and from what I could drink ... well basically two sips were enough to get me drunk, if I emptied a whole glass I would spend the whole morning throwing up and feeling like shit. Did that once and then never again.

"Amber!" Mor had spotted me and waved wildly to get my attention. Her eyes shone with joy and I could only smile at the way she felt in here. It was more her home than her own apartment.

With an elegance I wished I had she jumped from the table, not spilling a single drop of the liquid and rushed towards me.

"Ready?" she asked, her grin as wicked as beautiful. She would get me to have the fun of my life, if I was ready or not. So I just grinned back, knowing the best thing for me was to follow her lead.

"Ready."

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I did regret the last sip.

"You gave her too much, didn't you?" Azriel observed me from across the table but the question was directed to Mor, who looked worse than I did. I only had a headache and a sick feeling in my stomach but she ... well, The Morrigan looked pretty well terrible. Still beautiful but her hair was messy, she had deep rings under her eyes, about the eyes, they were dull, without a sparkle or, well, life actually. She was pale and just sat in her chair like a bag of potatoes. Slowly she turned her head towards the shadow singer, and then moved her head equally slowly up and down to a nod.