In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 7

After their meeting, and the promise of more to discuss this 'rip' with others it was Feyre who asked Adela if she wanted a walk. Adela hesitantly agreed but when Feyre asked to make a stop to a room and walked out with a babe... Her and Rhysand's child, she expressed her concerns. Feyre told her Rhysand was okay with it while she tied the babe to her chest with a long cloth. She tucked in his beautiful wings, they looked already strong and looking like they had the promise to never falter, to carry him wherever his heart desired.

Adela wondered what his life was going to look like. She pictured him never feeling neglect or hatred. He was always loved and even in the times where fear took over his body he felt safe enough to try whatever scared him because he had the safety of his family. And it extended deeper than Feyre and Rhysand, she could feel that this babe was loved very, very heavily.

What would she have become if she had that same love? Definitely not an assassin who served the male who hurt her the most, deeper than the gashes on her body. She would have more self respect for that, maybe a bigger heart to let more than one person in. She felt that familiar black wall when she saw Rhysand. He was her brother, a part of her, a part of her mother. And yet she refused to let herself care, to let herself let him in.

"What's your favorite color?" Feyre whispered as they walked outside. The manor was on a very high cliff, more like mountain so they only planned to walk around it.

"I don't know."

"You have to like a color more than the rest."

Adela thought. "Colors. Sunset colors. In Ells we rarely see the sunset but there was one time I was in this region in the mountains, it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. And then the night sky, breathtaking truly."

"Show me." Feyre stopped and grabbed Adela's wrists carefully. They were red and raw from the iron. Feyre tried not to wince as she waved her hand and unlocked them from whatever spell were put on them.

Adela stared at her wrists. She could winnow out of here and go home. But they know what Ells is, where the "rip" is. They would find her and probably be less forgiving about her betrayal. She would never gain their trust back again-

It hit Adela like a wave of bricks being throw at her. Feyre took these off, is walking with her with her baby. Rhysand offered her to live here, to start a new life because... They trusted her. Her heart ached, no one has ever given this much trust to her unconditionally but Roen. And he was her only friend, her only family.

So she decided not to leave, and thought of the sunset she was talking about. She allowed her thoughts to reach out and they stuck to not only Feyre but her baby as well. Feyre smiled. "That is very beautiful."

~

After their walk around the manor a few times, Feyre asking only small talk questions about Adela and Adela learning more about Rhysand and her and their baby Nyx they walked in to see Rhysand talking to a female. She was the epitome of beauty. Everything about her flawless. She stood with such grace and strength, if Azriel was the most beautiful male she's ever seen, this female was his equal. She looked towards Adela and smiled. Regardless of its invitation and promise of kindness Adela moved closer to Feyre.

"Mor! It's great to see you!" Feyre hugged the female.

"I have come back early to meet Adela." Mor looked at her in awe. "Wow. No denying the relation." Adela smiled nervously. "I'm Mor, technically we're related but... I actually came to talk to you about a few things." Adela didn't want to talk any more. She wanted a nap, a meal. "How about we talk over lunch?" She asked as if she read her mind. Adela only agreed because her stomach was truly in pain at how hungry she was. So she followed Mor to the dining room.