Females were very rare in the night court's ruling family as it was, all either die young or end up forgotten in the abyss of history.
Rhysand ever thought he'd have to father one of these, in fact, he did't believe he even deserve to be a father, u...
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
you can't wake up, this is not a dream
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Ealyla fel like a caged lion, pacing around the room, ready to bounce at everything and anything that moved around her vision.
She didn't know how to break free, didn't know if she wanted to do so in the first place.
She hadn't left that room at all, because even if the thought of her past hurt terribly, facing her reality hit worse.
So she bid her time, waiting for the slightest bit of frustration to erupt all over again.
"You pacing around won't make your situation any better." Cassian pointed out as she finally allowed herself to get out.
"My situation is disastrous because your little pal decided that it's okay to lock me up like a prisoner." She snapped at him.
"No, kid, your situation is disastrous because you almost got yourself killed." Cassian glared back at her. "What is wrong with you, El? Getting into fights, snapping at everyone, this isn't you."
"Well maybe you've never known me at all, uncle dearest." She snarled.
Truth be told, even Elayla didn't know herself enough to know what was happening, didn't know herself enough to climb up from that darkness inside her head.
"Maybe I didn't." Cassian's voice softened slightly. "But I still loved you as if you were my own kid. Still do. So talk to me."
She felt her eyes watering, but she held it back, swallowed back the venom and the surrender. "Not everything is solved by talking about it, Cass."
"Nothing is solved by staying silent, Elayla." He retorted.
She didn't answer, she was tired of them trying to get her to explain when she couldn't find the right words to use.
"How's your summer court family trip planning going?" She switched the subject far away from her.
"The summer court family trip is not a fun trip." He reminded.
"Yeah, of course." She rolled her eyes at him. "That's why he's taking Amren and the Cursebreaker."
"I think it's time for you to drop the attitude and call Feyre by her name." He shrugged. "Since you will be going to Summer with them, and we need to show a unified front."
Her? Going to Summer? That must've been the joke of the century.
"Me going with them? You're kidding." She frowned.
"Nope." Cassian denied. "Rhys says he needs you to debute as heir to the Night Court throne. In case..."
In case he ended up dying for real, this time...
Elayla clenched her jaw at the unsaid words. "I am heir regardless of this ridiculous play."
"You are heir, that much is true, but the credibility of your heritage depends on people knowing that you are Rhysand's daughter." He pointed out.
"I will face rejection by the High Lords either way." She shrugged. "I am a bastard born half Illyrian female. They will fuss about it for a very long time."
"Being that doesn't make you any less deserving of it, Elayla." Cassian reminded her.
"I'm just stating facts." She shrugged, trying to seem like it didn't bother her, that venomous thought.
"Facts aren't always absolute." He replied with a kind tone.
That simple sentence reminded Elayla why the Lord of Bloodshed was the male she actually consider to be a father to her.
He was there, when she wanted him to be like when she pushed him away, and even if there are things she'd never tell him, he'll still be there.
"You'll be fine, El." He assured, "Summer are neutral, you won't be at risk."
"Bold of you to assume that I actually care about that."
"Bold of you to assume that everyone else doesn't care about that."
She didn't answer. Weither they cared or not, whatever bad could happen will happen, anyways.
