𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟎

Arya

     The moment I heard Feyre close our chambers I turned to Tamlin, "Shield this room both for the eyes and ears." And he didn't need convincing as I felt the shield slamming around us.

I look between the two of them before releasing my glamour.

Lucien had the biggest reaction out of the two, considering Tamlin somewhat already knew. "How?" he stammered.

"Hybern picked me up right after precious Tamlin left me to die."

Lucien snarled at Tamlin, "You were the one responsible for her apparent death?"

"I had no choice!" I let out a low vicious snarl at his excuse. "No choice? Tamlin you made the damn choice to tell your hungry vengeful father where my mother and I were. Rhysand trusted you and treated you like a brother. More than your own did. And you went behind his back and told your father where his sister and mother were when you knew he wanted revenge on my father for letting those human slaves go."

"You were a coward," I scowled as I stood up. "Instead of going against what your father asked you obeyed. You obeyed when you knew what he would do. Though, I doubt you thought my father and brother wouldn't have come to avenge us. But maybe that was your plan all along. You probably saw how it would play out, you being the High Lord in the end."

"You know that I never wanted to be the High Lord," he growled.

"I believed that once," I say solemnly. "I also believed you were different from your father. Different in the way that I was from my father. But I was wrong."

And that was all the energy I had for that topic so I moved on, "Hybern had spies in your court. Heard what your father planned and followed. When you left they had another Illyrian female who they glamoured as me, rolled her in a puddle of my blood so she scented like me. Then they took me to Hybern and I was there for 500 years, kept as his subject. Then about fifty years ago, I fled to the mortal lands and I've been there since."

"What did Hybern make you do?" Lucien hesitantly asked. That was a story I wouldn't share with them. "Why are you in Spring Court?" I asked instead.

Lucien went to tell me the reason why he ended up here, he was quick at retelling the story, never going deeper into things which told me that he hadn't fully moved on from it. Then Tamlin proceeded to tell me what had been happening in Prythian in the last fifty years. He continuously reiterated to never speak of her name or what she had done when the room wasn't shielded. Apparently, she had eyes and ears everywhere, which I believed.

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"Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?" I heard Lucien while I made my way to the dining room. "Of course not," was Feyre's soft reply which resulted in me scoffing as I entered the room.

"Where have you been?" Feyre asked, "I saw you an hour ago little one," I chuckled softly sitting myself down beside her. "Okay," she drawled, "Where were you for an hour."

"I was helping Alis make pies, if you must know," I told her. I wasn't lying, Alis and I have been spending a lot of time together in the kitchen.

"Feyre likes to hunt," Tamlin says. "I don't like to hunt. I only hunted out of necessity. And how did you know that?" Tamlin continued staring at her, assessing. "Why else were you in the woods that day? You had a bow and arrows in your ... house. And when I saw your father's hands, I knew it wasn't him."

"Arya's hands look exactly like mine," Feyre pressed on. Why am I being dragged into this? Can a female just eat in peace for once?

"Faeries might be a lot of things, but we're not stupid." I didn't mean to cough out the water I had just drank but I did. Tamlin looked at me unamused while Lucien struggled trying to keep a straight face. Feyre on the other hand rubbed my back, soothing me. "Sorry, sorry. Please continue," I coughed out.