A Court of Thunder and Mighty

Chapter 7

Estella Clare Archeron

I want to cry at the stupidity of my brother and cousins. What was the fun in measuring each other's wing to see which was the biggest?

All my life I've had to put up with these assholes I call my cousins. I didn't have any girls to share my youth with, which sucked.

Now I was trapped in a house full of boys measuring their wings and making stupid bets, and jokes, and horrible pick up lines. Honestly, I couldn't know what was going through those idiots' heads.

I walk into my room and close the door really hard. My bedroom has always been the favorite thing in my house. The ceiling was like a starry night, my mother had painted it, I always loved stars. There were several crystals scattered around my room, as well as fake plants. What I liked most was my bookcase.

I've always loved reading, I never knew how I started, but I always suspected I was influenced by my Aunt Nesta. The bookcase was huge, it held more books than I could count. I had read most of it, but my family always bought more whenever it annoyed me. I loved it.

I sit on my bed and grab my cell phone. Nothing new besides the countless messages that I don't make a point of opening. Some messages were from my family members. Some messages were threats against my parents. Honestly originality was lacking when sending messages with: I'll kill those idiots or Be careful, you'll become an orphan. Didn't they learn that my parents weren't all fae? They were better than the scum that tried to talk to me.

I always replied to these messages with, I doubt you'll try or good luck. So far, nothing has happened.

I looked around looking for something to do other than in the company of my cousins ​​and there was my greatest pride. An entire collection of clothes from last year. My mother had helped me, and I was very happy. I've always loved designing clothes, but I've never moved on to real life. My mother one day came into my room with countless fabrics and said that we had four days to make seven clothes. I've never been so happy. And my dream came true.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my Uncle Cassian yelling for me to come down. I huff because I don't want to leave here, but I get down as fast as I can. Everyone was at the dinner table. Only Aunt Nesta wasn't smiling among the adults. Which was nothing new.

I sit next to the least irritating person. Which doesn't say much, since I don't appreciate Miles' presence at all, this kid has always been irritating. Maybe it was because he was the youngest son. One day I would move and abandon all my cousins ​​under some bridge. Miles, the only child of Azriel and Gwyn, looked at me strangely, since I always sat next to my mother and brother. But I was angry and I didn't want to be around any of them.

Everyone was eating when my mom got up, my dad getting up soon after. As much as they were all friends. My parents were the High Lords of everyone in the night court so everyone was silent waiting for my parents to say something.

"We've been trying for some time to bring peace between the courts, which you know didn't work. We have spoken with most of the High Lords and we are in agreement. Everyone who hasn't finished school, or college, will go to Prythian School. It stays at the summer court and is very prestigious."

"Dad! You can't do that, night court school is the best school. Please daddy, no. Not again."

I hear my brother scream, I don't understand the hysteria. The only change would be that all the courts would have to socialize, which I loved, given the fact that I could find new friendships in other courts.

"Enough Nyx, there's no argument, you go and that's it. This is for the good of your own people" my mother said ending the argument.

"How are we going to get to and from the summer court every day?" Zyan asked angrily.