Throne of Glass and ACOTAR Crossover (complete)

Chapter 7 - Aelin

** Before I start, sorry to have 2 Aelin chapters in a row, but I had an idea that had to come from Aelin's point of view. Hope you all like it!**

Rowan and I follow the blond Fae, Mor, down the hall. By force of habit I keep track of every turn we make. She finally gestures for us to enter a room to her right. I go in first, Rowan behind me. As soon as I see the room, my heart does a double take. It's beautiful, absolutely stunning. It's spacious, tastefully decorated, and one entire wall is gone, just a terrace that stretches out over the open air. There are two beds set near the center of the room. I raise an eyebrow at Rowan, and see his smile in reply. It seems that the night court is protecting our virtue. 

Mor catches the look between us. With a knowing smile she waves her hand and the two beds are replaced by a single large one. I mock curtsy to her in thanks. She rolls her eyes at me. I'm starting to like the girl, which surprises me. I don't usually take to nobility, and she is obviously noble.  

Mor makes to leave but I have a thought before she goes. I, we,  need to know more about what we're dealing with here, and I don't want to ask Feyre, partially because she's still on that question for a question crap, and partially because if you need information about someone, you never ask them. You ask their friends.

"Mor" I say. 

She stops and looks back at me, her eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"Can you tell me about Feyre, Rhys? I mean, all we know is that they brought us here. People keep calling them... High Lord? High Lady? What is that? Please, we just, we're a bit lost here."

Mor bites her lip, considering. Finally she nods. "I'll tell you some. Most of it isn't my story to tell"

I swear inwardly. Why couldn't she have been an idiot? You can always get more information from idiots. 

Mor takes a deep breath and begins. "A little over a year ago this land, Prythian, was being controlled by a Fae named Amarantha, Rhys was powerless, and Feyre was human."

I almost choke on own surprise. Mor proceeds to tell me about how Feyre came to be here, how she defeated Amarantha, and how she became Fae. Then she tells me about how Feyre came here and fell in love with Rhys. There are obvious holes in her story, for example how and why Feyre ended up at the spring court with that moron Tamlin, but I can't help but think that if what she's telling me is abbreviated version, then the full version must be insane. 

When she's finished we all just stand there for several moments, the Mor turns and leaves. Rowan and I are left alone, staring at each other. 

I'm the first one to break the silence, as usual. "Well. That was... informative."

Rowan nods his head. "Gods Aelin, what mess have you dragged us into the middle of this time?" he asks. "Couldn't we have just had some time off between freaking adventures?"

I smile at him, one eyebrow raised. He shakes his head. "Sorry, stupid question". 

"So", I say, "what do we do now?"

Rowan considers for a moment. "Not sure." he says, "Though I suppose here is as good a place as any to try to find a way home. They seem welcoming enough."

I nod. "I agree, but I don't like it. I don't like that we're not in control here. I mean, we're powerful, but Feyre took our powers within a second. And Rhys, he's even more powerful than her, I can sense it."

Rowan smiles. "Ah yes dear, but I doubt any of them was trained at the right hand of Arrobyn Hamel. I bet none of them has ever single handedly defeated entire armies and gods. You are a match for any of them Fireheart."

I smile. I've missed Rowan, I realize. Even though he's been right there for months, we haven't talked, not like this. I wrap my arms around him. "Well, if that's the case" I murmur in his ear "then I had best keep practicing to keep my skills sharp." 

With that I flip him over my shoulder and onto the bed. Or at least, that was the idea. He anticipates my move, the bastard, and shifts his balance, so it's him throwing me. I laugh, roll off the bed, duck under his arm and walk into the hall in search of a training ground. I hear Rowan snarl with frustration behind me. 

***

After only a few minutes of searching I find an open training yard. It's lovely, a grand open space. I walk in and spin a few times. It feels good to be somewhere familiar. I slide a sword off the wall and take a few practice swings at a dummy set up in the corner. The blade is well balanced and beautiful, the designs on the handle are the work of a master. 

I  hear someone cough behind me, and turn to see the male from before, the one Feyre called Cass. "Practicing are we? You could use it, scrawny thing like you."

I snarl at him, and he laughs. Then he walks further into the room and grabs a blade similar to mine off the wall. "Need a sparing partner girly?"

He strikes fast, his blade a blur of silver in the air, but I'm faster. I block him quickly, and I see his eyes widen in surprise. He comes back for another pass, putting more effort behind his strikes now. I bat off every one of his attacks, never going on the offensive myself. It is simply too much fun watching shock overtake more and more of his face for me to want to end this game now. 

After several minutes have passed I grow bored, so I snap my sword out, faster than movement or light itself, and flick away his blade. Then I swing mine across the top of his head, cutting off a single strand of hair, and bring it to rest on his back, right between his enormous wings. 

I hear cheering and clapping from the doorway. When I look over, I notice that we've gathered quite the audience. Feyre, Rhys, Amren, Azriel, Rowan, and Mor are standing there, smiles on all their faces. I bow with a flourish. 

Amren is cackling. "I like you girl. It has been far too long since someone showed that arrogant bastard the right way to do things."

I look past her to Feyre. She's smiling right along with the rest of them, but her expression is hiding another, a calculating look. 

She turns and whispers something in her mate's ear. His eyebrows crease together and he looks uncertain, but nods. Feyre turns to me. 

"Celaena, I have a favor to ask you. In a few days our group will be traveling to a place called the court of nightmares. I would like for you to accompany us."

She's not telling me everything, I can tell from the way the rest of her court is giving her surreptitious looks, but I don't really care. "Of course." I say.

She smiles. "Then come prepare. The court of nightmares awaits."

*Hey, I hope you liked this chapter! Shout out to Alexah1224 for the idea of going to the court of nightmares!

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