A court of sass and brattiness

Chapter 1- The camp

Nyx's pov

I grunt as i haul myself up yet another GODAMN HIll. nash sweats quietly beside me ,keeping pace easily. i see a grove of trees and sigh.

i groan," lets rest there"

Nash nods. he plods over to the trees, flopping down next to a boulder. i plonk down next to him, growling as my bound wings make resting uncomfortable yet Again. Nash looks over to me, looking as sweaty as i feel.

"remind me why we are doing this again" nash says.

Flashback

my mother feyre slams her hand down on the table, her blue- grey eyes glowing with rage that i havent yet experienced that much. she's very patient...Usually.

" i've had enough, nyx. This is the fifth fight you have gotten into this week, and they have all been caused by you and your HUMONGOUS male ego."

Despite my bloody nose and dusty torn clothes, i puff up, exclaiming. " well they deserved it, they snubbed me. i'm rhysands son like, who tf do they think they are talking to?!"

she snarls " THATS IT! dont you dare talk back to me."
standing up, she puts her hands on her hips, glaring at me and my disheveled appearance.

" i'm stripping you of your princely privilages, and sending your bratty ass to the illyrian training camp, and your uncles will make sure to get rid of your shitty attitude."

"HONESTLY mom, you cant't do that, my father will hear about this and he'll-"

"well, too late. He already knows and approves." Ugh, That goddamn mating bond, I think.

I growl low in my throat when my mother smirks, victorious. Snarling at this unfair BS, i kick a side table sending it flying. Mother hisses.

" You know what?!. you can walk your bratty behind all the way to camp , with your wings bound. I'll allow Nash to come as your gaurd because yes, you are a brat, but i still dont want ,my dear son to be shredded to pieces by wild creatures."

Flashback ends

" Seriously.. why did you have to bring me into this!!" Nash exclaims.

" My dear mommy insisted." I growl.

Nash shrugs and says " well, whats done is done. Let's get to camp...might as well check out the girls there."

I roll my eyes, standing up and beginning to walk again.

Le time skip

I hoist myself over a little rock formation and step to the entrance of the camp.

Nash pants beside me" wait bro, i gotta untie your wings."

"Great now you think of that. No wonder they were laughing."

He makes a quick work of the role and i spread my wings, enjoying the freedom at last. I swagger into the camp, chest puffed up. Several little gruops of illyrians still gape at us. I flick my wings flaring them above me to apear larger. Thats when the gossip begins.

Nash grumbles " 2 mins in and we are already the hot topic here."

" Tell me about it."

As we walk further into camp, i glimpse a sparring ring. Two males are training, wearing onbly some black warrior pants.

One is significantly broad shouldered , with large wings and and shoulder legnth hair that is teid back into a man bun. His skin is golden brown and tattoos twirl on his - i gotta admit- nicely sculped abs. He moves swiftly but there is a significant wieght behing his movments. The othet is slightlly less buff, basically like that other but without the man bun. His wings larger, and shadows twirl around him as he weaves through the attacks that the other malle unleashes on him. His hair is cut shorter, flopping over his forehead. His hazel eyes gleam like the shadows that dance around him.

wait those are my uncles, cassian and azriel, the general and shadowsinger.

Unc cassian wipes his sweat off his face and claps unc azriels shoulder before swaggering over.

"Nyx, my boy!!"

He gives me an absolutaly choking hug. i huff at the sweaty male scent that envelops me as he slaps a wing around my shoulder. I wack him with my own wing.
Unc azriels steps up, corners of his mouth faintly raised in amusement. He dabs me up ," Welcome to the illyrian training camp nyx" he says.

Nash snickers and whispers "nyx, my boy?"

"STFU"

He repeats the sentence in an overly girly voice, making my pointed ears twitch in annoyance.

"S.T.F.U"

Nash snickers and i slap his shoulder. Hard. Cassian rolls his eyes.

"And that's why feyre sent him here-"he mutters to unc az.

He clears his throat and then says, " Come on, let's get you settled in."

Le time skip

As we are, unc Cassian yapps on about someone who's supposedly great at sparring and will be our guide. We arrive in a hallway in front of a door. It opens after a few heartbeats , and a female pokes her head through the door.

She's quite tall, with green eyes that shimmer golden when she turns her head slightly. her skin is golden brown, a shade darker then my uncles. Her hair is a dark chestnut brown, glimmering slightly with strands of copper, golden and amber, falling in waves down he slim shoulders.Her wings tho. They are illyrian style, but snow-white like the mist that twines through the pine forests.

My ego flares when she smirks, kicking the door open with her long, toned legs.

" Welcome, your Majesty"She drawls in that low, smooth voice of hers.
She curtsies mockingly, her wings shifting at her movement. I can't help but admire that body-

Nash starts laughing like the maniac he is, gasping out " majesty- my ass!!"
Then he straightens and purrs" Hello, gorgeous."

The female rolls her eyes and says"Hmm? and who are you?"

" Your future husband darling

"Aww you think you have a chance with me, no DARLING" she says dryly

Nash lookes a little taken about and i feel a surge of satisfaction ás he whistles to cover his shock.

"Damn girl."

Her eyes slide to me and she grins, her teeth glinting. That awful-shit-eating grin makes my temper flare.

"So.. you're the daddy's boy everyone is talking about?"

I snarl back" Atleast i HAVE a dad... you know i'm not the only one people are talking about."

She tenses suddenly, and then explodes like a bomb, her white wings whirling .

. . .

The female pins me to the floor easily, before i can even move at all. She growls, low and deep. Her face is inches from mine and i can't breathe because she's sitting on my chest.

"Say that again and you won't have any balls to say anything again, and i mean it, literally."

I actually can't think of a comeback for once, becuase i'm am busy thinking about what's currently pressed to my chest. Then something lifts me at the collor of my shirt and i'm dangling in the air next to snarling, kickind female.Unc cassian and unc az looks at me and her in turn as they hold us both apart.

" you both better get your act together or your cleaning dishes for the next four months" unc cassian orders.
"seriously...people." says unc az.

He pokes me and i grumble at the fact that hes holding me by my collor. Not comfy.

" By the way this is arabella."

Authors note.

Hope u guys liked this chapter.
what do you guys think of grown up nyx??
and what about our girl boss arabella?
Ps. Will add a chapter daily.
regards,
The author