(Rhysand's POV)
I am safe and well.
Feyre's words were muffled as they traveled down the clouded bond hours after I landed in the town house. Amren and Mor were still tending to my brothers when I entered my rooms and stared at the large, empty bed.
I'll tell you what I know soon. Another echo of her voice from the Spring Court. She sounded as far as she felt.
Are they alive? Hurt? Her questions echoed through the vast, hollow hall between our minds.
I thought of where her sisters were, what Mor had shown me: dropping them off at the House of Wind before meeting us at the town house. Nesta was. . . irritable and Elain, quiet. Mor said she would check on them again, make sure they were settled. These next few days - weeks, perhaps - were going to be difficult. For everyone.
The murkiness of the bond felt wrong. Being this distant from her—it gnawed at me. In every breath, every second. I sent my reply quickly, all at once, lest it became muddled: I love you. They are alive. They are healing.The words reverberated against the ebony walls of our minds. I didn't know how much I could send, if they would be able to tell Feyre and I still communicated - that the mating bond still held. It wasn't worth the risk, to her.
I stared at the black, silken sheets, folded neatly and taut. It looked as if we had never slept in it together. This bed. . . this room had witnessed our peace, our love, our laughter. But now, they would witness nothing. For the first time since our mating, I would be alone. The thought felt like a dull blade twisting in my chest. It had only been a short time since Feyre left her room down the hall and joined me, here.
I had been alone before, when she was only a few feet away, in her own room. So close, yet so far. Back then, I had lain awake many nights wondering if she could hear my heart beating through the walls. If she felt the mating bond thrumming under her skin as it did mine. She had been there, but she had not been mine. It had been unbearable.
But now, now she wasn't there. She wasn't here. She wasn't just a few footsteps across the hall. She was far away, in enemy territory, trapped in the very Court that had torn her apart only mere months ago. My mate was strong, my mate was intelligent. But it didn't stop the dread from creeping in, whispering that no matter her strength, no matter her mind, she might not return to me whole.
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ACOWAR (Rhysand's POV)
FanfictionA chapter by chapter rework of ACOWAR from Rhysand's POV. Some POV's from the inner circle and Tamlin are to be included in some of the chapters. Let me know what other POV's or ideas you have! ------ This is not an original work. None of the charac...
