Nyx Archeron 
Apparently not only me was confused about this new school. Everyone was talking about it in the streets of Velaris. My cousins were angry, but strangely my sister was very happy for it. I was just so tired of having to be the best in every damn thing. I spent years in Iliria training to be a great High Lord one day. I did my best, and still mu father thought that it wasn't enough. I just wanted peace. For once.
I know that the new school is not thag bad, but I really need some time off. 
We're all in the living room, just Miles and his mother, Aunt Gwyn, left. But I could hear the two of them talking as they ran toward us.
"Sorry we're late, I had forgotten my hair brush" Miles, my best friend replies and my sister rolls her eyes tightly.
"Anyways" My sister said "They are deciding the cars. You should be here to know which one you are going to. I don't think people would like to see that you are missing in the car" Stella finished sarcastically.
"What? Why? I thought we were flying" Miles replied with an horrified expression 
"Well, how would I go to the summer court? Widowing is not allowed there, so driving is the only way" she replied.
"Well, someone could carry you" Miles said angrily.
"Oh yeah?" She laughed "And who would bring my bags? I don't think you are strong enough to carry them."
"Guys please, stop" My mom said "Its going to be fun. I promise to you. And we will have more time together in the car" My mom shoot Star a glare before smiling slightly. My mother always liked Miles, maybe it was for his upbringing. It could also be Miles' father, my mother always had a crush on Azriel. I think even Uncle Cassian had... 
"Yes, listen to your aunt" my dad said to Miles."Besides, you are going with Cass, your dad and Zayn. Im sure you are going to like it. Some moments with the bros" 
My dad didn't just say that. Please God. My dad didn't truly say that.
"And supposedly I'm with Stella, and you two" I said looking at my parents.
"Yes captain, you are correct" My dad said and I laughed. It was an old joke, but I never understood why he always said that since I was a little child . "This will be the best trip ever!"
"As long as I don't have to see Miles, I am happy" My sister said smiling at him, as if she didn't just say that he was annoying or something. Miles looked at her and then went straight to the back door, where all of the cars were. 
"Go talk to him Stella" Mom said very sad at her daughter. 
Without a word she left as well.
I never understood why my sister hates Miles, she just never got along with him, maybe it was because he was the youngest in the family, causing Stella to not get the "affection" she deserves". The only one that seemed to understand Stella was Beatrice. 
It happened all too fast. No one ever talks about her. I loved her. I was never allowed to ask about her, whenever I mentioned my cousin, the adults got desperate and changed the subject. So the house was haunted, and no one was ready to turn the light on. This was the beginning of the Archeron tragedy. 
Everyone knew she was dead. Her pictures in the walls started to disappear as we started to forget her face. 
Aunt Nesta blames Stella. Obviously, she knows it wasn't her fault. But everyone knew it was supposed to be Stella, not Beatrice. After it all happened, my Aunt Nesta couldn't look my sister in the eye. I've never seen the two of them in a room alone, but Stella never seemed to notice, as she always referred to Nesta as her evil aunt. Maybe Estella thought Nesta really was a horrible being, lacking any kind of feeling. But I know the truth, and it kills me. 
                                      
                                   
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A Court of Thunder and Mighty
FanfictionStella is the daughter of Rhysand and Feyre Archeron, high lords of the night court.her brother and cousin were a pain in the ass, but they were still family. And she wouldn't change them for anything. Everything in her life was amazing. Until it wa...
 
                                               
                                                  