"Because of a lie I told, an entire family was killed."
Your statement caused the lavish room to fall into sombre silence. Gone was the playful glint in the fae's eyes as confusion replaced it.
Oh... it took Rhysand maybe a minute to remember, those people - the Beddors.
"Surely you're not blaming yourself for that, are you?" Clearly, by your clenched fists and narrowed eyes, he could easily guess what the answer was. And it was the wrong one.
The idea of you blaming your lovely self for a thing as insignificant, agonising over a decision he made on a whim to protect you...
"Seriously Feyre, you're such a lousy liar. Don't try to steal my credit for what had happened." He smiled as a demon would, proud of the massacre that terrified your dreams.
"Why did you do it then?" you exclaimed, "If you knew Claire wasn't my name. You knew it and yet..."
"Why not?" Rhysand shrugged nonchalantly, the deaths of several people didn't seem to weight down on his conscience in the slightest.
"And don't you feel any remorse?" your voice was getting angrier, the fists submerged in the ashes were clenched tightly.
Rhysand leisurely strolled to an ebony end table and poured himself a glass of amber liquid from a carved carafe. The scent of flowery spirit wafted through the room. After weeks of nothing but water...
"None of them were older than the time I spent here."
"Why does that matter? Does that make them any lesser?"
"To be honest, Feyre, yes, it does. Even if they stayed alive, nothing would change. None of them would ever achieve anything worth sparing their lives."
"You can't know that--"
"But I do!" the glass was put back down to avoid it shattering. He's done so many worse things for less. To think he was chastised to this point for just this. You knew nothing.
"When you were born, Pyrthian had been under her rule for decades, already."
Fifty years... you realised. She came here even before your father was born.
"But still, they had nothing to do with all this. Claire..."
Neither did he! He was determined to play the part of a monster, so why was he so desperate to defend himself in front of you?
"She was furious when she found out about what Tamlin was doing. She needed someone to take her anger out on. So what if it wasn't me for once?"
He stopped himself, he didn't mean to say those words. But it was too late.
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FanfictionACOTAR AU: If Feyre got some GAME (2nd POV) Um.. Tamlin who? Sorry, but this red-haired beauty is just too hot to handle! "I know she killed, enslaved and tortured dozens of humans and fae, imprisoned all the high-lords here and stole their powe...
