But Home is Nowhere

Chapter 9 Pt2

During your breakfast of fruits, yogurt, and pastries, Helion informed you and Lucien of Mor's return to the Night Court. The story he provided was that she had been called away by Rhysand. You knew that was a lie but didn't understand why Helion would do so. Lucien simply shrugged, not at all fazed by her absence. You knew that he still didn't quite get along with many of Rhysand's closest friends and found family. To your knowledge Lucien never joined the ranks of that found family. Never present for the "family" dinners and only stayed for part of the two main holiday celebrations in the Night Court, Starfall and Winter Solstice.

For your first Starfall, Nyx had been just a bit too young to join in on the festivities. So, you stayed at the River House caring for him. After about an hour of supposed celebrations Lucien had joined you. You smiled as you remembered taking turns reading him a bedtime story.

When the Winter Solstice came around, you had opted to stay at the townhouse alone. You claimed to have your own traditions that you wanted to keep. Which was partially true. However, the thought of not being with your own family yet having to witness the happiness of another kept you confined to your bed. Though you had been pleasantly surprised to find the small gift from Lucien on your dresser that morning. It was nothing fancy, just a small blank notebook. The cover consisted of beautiful, pressed pale-yellow chrysanthemums and daisies preserved in a glass window.

Part of you had wondered if the choice of flowers was intentional. So, you had asked Elain if she was familiar with their meanings. She told you they meant friendship and new beginnings. Fitting in so many ways. You returned the gesture a few days later, baking him some of your Grandmother's famous fudge. He hesitated at first, but eventually accepted the sweet treat.

One of Helion's hearty laughs pulled you from the memory. You would have to express your gratitude to the High Lord. For the reprieve from being watched. It was a relief to not find Mor outside your bedchamber waiting for you as she had the past few mornings. Now you could have the conversation with Lucien that you've wanted to for over a week. You wanted, no you needed to pick his brain for insight regarding your passage through the Prison wards, your confrontation with Azriel, and your dream. He had left so abruptly. You needed to check in on his well-being as well.

Your eyes drifted over to Lucien; the male's russet eye crinkled at the corner as he joined in Helion's laughter. The sight took your breath away. The smile was wide on his features. His shoulders didn't hold the same tension they had the day before. The golden hue of his skin simply radiated joy. In that moment you couldn't burden him with your problems, despite the pull you felt to talk to him. At least, you couldn't burden him right now. You knew that you had to talk to him at some point. The confrontation you had with Azriel and Mor's blatant comments about your time with your best friend weighed heavy on your mind.

"Oh, if the two of you would excuse me," One of Helion's attendants righted himself after whispering in the High Lord's ear. "I have a few things to take care of, but I will see you later this afternoon. If you haven't had the chance, I would highly recommend a walk through the botanical gardens." He winked at you and rose from his spot. While you were happy to finally have the time alone with Lucien, you weren't sure if you'd be up for a walk.

"That sounds lovely," the Autumn Court male rose from his seat as well, offering his arm. "Shall we, my lady?" You couldn't stop the laugh that spilled from you. You soon found yourself rising to your own feet, linking your arm with his. How on earth are you supposed to say no to his smile?

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Lucien could tell that she was tired. Her steps were slightly slower, and the light tint of blue underneath her eyes hinted that she hadn't slept. He wondered if her despondent mood was based on the lack of sleep, or if it had to do with Mor's comments. She had been detached for most of their time in the palace and he was having trouble reading her. He had hoped that with Mor leaving her mood would improve. Seeing as that was slow going, he would have to see to it himself that her good humor returned.