A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 11 Amaya

"Again." Cassian said, and she took her starting pose. The pattern she needed to hitt started to become familiar to her now after weeks of training.

Left, left, right, left, right, right, left. Over and over. Slowly her mind strayed back to that morning.

She didn't know why, but it had been just as amazing as it was normal. She had expected a mind changing night, and it was good, Orion was good. But something was lacking... Or maybe she was just addicted to sex now and never felt satisfied.

"Amaya, harder." Cassian called her back to the training, her hits had become weaker. "Focus!"

"Sorry..." She mumbled, and continued the pattern, trying to remain here, in the early autumn sun, up at the House of Winds.

Orion's hands came down her waist, holding her to the bed as his tongue explored her core. The first rays of sunlight coming down over his shoulders.

"Amaya..." Cassian backed off, lifting a brow. "Do you need a moment?" Her cheeks turned red, knowing that he must have been able to smell the change to her scent.

"No, I am fine."

"Cool down and head back home, we will continue tomorrow." Cassian shook his head, but she saw the smirk. "Who is it?"

"No one." She said it a little too fast.

"Yea sure." A huff came from the General. "I know that look."

"Not your business." She crossed her arms over her chest. The same one Orion had worshipped for nights on end now.

"Maybe not..." He continued to smirk. "But I am curious." Amaya turned around, refusing to say a thing as she left training. "Keep your secrets then Princess!" He called after her. Amaya raised her hand giving him the finger over her shoulder before heading inside. Her uncle roared in laughter behind her and her cheeks were burning red.

She did have a hard time concentrating, not only in training but in other classes that now had become a part of her daily routine.

Night Court History, just as boring as it was fascinating. Better than the classes she had with her about the Spring Court, Amren was a good teacher. But in the end it was the same thing. Names, dates, traditions, battles. The part about Illyria intrigued her. It was a part of her, even without the wings.

Then it was budget and politics. Nyx often helped her with those things. But not always, he was also distracted by a certain someone who lived out in the city. She, just like the rest, was yet to meet this Nico. But that day would soon come, she hoped. Her father also helped with politics, but it was more him complaining about the different High Lords.

One thing that was the same as her former training, was the fact that Rhys refused to mention Tamlins name. Something that both hurt Amaya and helped her distance herself from that time, from her own pain, and bothered her. No matter what she and everyone else tried to think, had the Spring Court been her home.

She was grateful that she didn't need classes in etiquette, sure, Mor had held some dance and formality classes. But that was not the same as the strict and almost painful lessons she had put her through.

Lastly it was the training. Physical and mental. With and without her powers. Cassian, Azriel, Ikarad and Orion all helped with that. It was her training that took up most of her days. The part that everyone, including herself, prioritised. Even if her mind had started to wander more and more in the last weeks.

The House of Winds more or less dropped one of her many history books in her lap as she sat down in one of the many plush sofas. She had no idea how the magic of this place worked, it was like an invisible friend, there to help, tease or support you when needed. Amaya opened the book, reading about the Blood Rite and its long history. The names in the back, detailing the ones who had reached the mountain, and the final list of names climbing to the top, fascinated her.