A Court of Thunder and Mighty

Chapter 1

Gwyneth Berdara

The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles in the world. If you're sad, you might feel like you're on fire. Not only because of the enormous pain, but also because the agony is mirrored like the smoke of a huge bonfire.

Every day is the same. The war is about to happen and we are all already desperate. Most of us can't do more than wait and be patient for good things to happen. Children do not understand the elders' agitation and no one can tell them the truth.

It's always the same tension, alliances being broken, spies around every corner, small riots, deaths across the border. We can no longer trust anyone. The sun is setting.

I feel someone look at me and I see Nesta approaching, holding Zayn, her youngest son. Her other daughter was probably playing with Feyre's youngest daughter. The two don't get away from each other. Sometimes it was pretty weird.

"What are you doing out here alone? Azriel is climbing the walls." Nesta said worried

"Sorry, I was distracted. " I say trying to soften the situation, and by the look that Nesta gave me, it didn't work.

"Well, it's not one of your best ideas since we're almost at war. Getting distracted, congratulations" Nesta clapped, turned and walked into the House of Wind, giving me a better you come look.

After Nesta had her first child, she became more paranoid. I love this new person, but sometimes it makes me angry, she is not my mother. It never was and never will be.

The whole family is sleeping in the House of Wind to protect us. We try to make the environment as light as possible inside the house, as no one wants to traumatize the children.

At first it was hard not to talk about strategies over dinner, or while we were gathered in the living room, or the painting room, or the kitchen. But all the adults came to a consensus not to talk about the war in familiar places, like the living room.

Still, I take a deep breath as I open the front door. It was still weird to see people inside that house having fun while everyone outside was panicking. But why am I still surprised? Rhysand and Cassian were dancing in the middle of the room. No, they weren't dancing. It was as if they were tossing their hips from side to side. As if it were a competition of who can throw the hip farthest.

"Rhys, what are you doing? " Feyre enters the room being followed by her eldest son, Nyx. - Didn't you have a meeting at six in the afternoon?

"The meeting isn't until six-thirty. I still have time, I need to beat Cass, cheer for me dear. I know I'm going to win" He said with that air of superiority that makes me laugh.

"Rhys, it's already seven past two." Feyre said, looking at the clock.

In the blink of an eye, Rhys runs upstairs. If the sounds I hear are his, he's fallen down the stairs.

"Rhys?" Feyre asks, looking upstairs. I envy the blonde's patience, I couldn't stand having to take care of everyone, I would definitely freak out.

"Yes darling?" Rhysand answers and I want to laugh. His voice was thin and desperate. He had probably broken something. "It's okay, I just slipped. Just that..."

"Rhys " Feyre said more seriously - What did you do?

"Maybe I spilled some paint on the rug." Rhys said.

"RHYS I WILL KILL YOU" Feyre said walking up the stairs. I honestly don't want to know what will happen.

Looking around the room again, Cassian is lying on the couch staring at the ceiling in shock. I'm going to regret what I'm about to do.