Throne of Glass and ACOTAR Crossover (complete)

Chapter 17 - Feyre

Aelin's little speech has left the entire room flabbergasted. Amren (Manon?) is laughing so hard I don't think she's taken a breath in several minutes. I think that the shock of this day, the pain and the joy and the utter surprise of it has left her a little hysterical, and I can't blame her.

My father is standing exactly where Aelin left him, as though scared that if he moves she'll come back and make good on her promise to gut him. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she did.

The girl startled me with her speech, not just with how much of our lives she had been able to piece together in the short time she's been here, but also with the fact that she stood up for me. A stranger, a girl who doesn't entirely trust her. It touched me.

Finally Graysen speaks up, his voice soft and frightened, "I'm sorry to be rude, but what was the scary one talking about? Who even are you people, and why do we owe you our lives?"

Every set of eyes in the room flicks to him. He freezes under the attention, and seems to wilt like an old flower. "Never mind." he whispers, his voice barely audible.

"No," I say, shaking my head. My anger has abandoned me, so has my sorrow. I'm left feeling rather empty, rather hollow, "No you have a right to know."

I take a deep breath. I'm not going to tell him everything, especially not with his father and mine listening in so intently, but they all need to know some of this story. Perhaps knowing more about our world will make them fear it less.

I say "Let me start by introducing us all properly."

Then pointing to every person as I say their name I continue "This is Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court. That is Amren, his second, Mor, his third, Azriel, his spymaster, Cass, the leader of his armies, Rowan, who is, well Rowan, and Nesta, whom I assume you know. The one who just left was Aelin, and I'm sure you heard her introduce herself. I'm Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court. And, I'm Elain's sister."

I see him gulp at that, as though he had guessed it before but didn't want to admit it. My father looks as though he want's to begin shouting curses at us again, but a quick glance at the closed door has him thinking better of it. The lord, Graysen's father, approaches his son. He stands before him, a hand on his shoulder. "Graysen," he says, his voice almost too low for me to hear, "why are you talking with these monsters, these abominations? Leave them be."

Graysen shakes his head slowly, "because" he replies to his father "Elain is here. And if she's here..."

"That isn't Elain" his father replies sharply, scorn in his voice "It is a monster wearing her face, determined to trick you."

"She isn't" I reply, interrupting the conversation, " I know what you think of us, of our kind, because I thought the same way. But the Fae are like humans, there are those who are horrible, vicious and cruel, and there are those" I smile a little, glancing sidelong and Rhys "there are those who dream of something better."

I feel a brief shot of love flow down our bond.

Graysen turns to me, ignoring his father's continued protests. "Where are we?" he asks.

"The night court," reply simply.

At that my father and the Lord freeze, as though before that moment they had believed that we were still in the mortal realms. Perhaps they had. It made me want to roll my eyes.

"Take us home, now." My father says, the first words he has spoken since Aelin left the room.

I look at him, at the man who raised me, who I can remember standing tall and proud, a jewel among men. He looks so small, so pathetic to the me I have become, and I don't think it has anything to do with my fae blood.

"If you wish," I say.

I hear soft sounds of protest from my friends. I look at them "If they do not wish to stay, do not wish to listen, then us forcing them to will change nothing" I say, "However" at that I turn my attention to Graysen, "If they wish to remain, wish to hear the truth of the story, I will not stop them. I and I can promise them that we will protect them with our life if need be."

At that I see Graysen gulp. But then he says, loud and clear, "I wish to stay."

His father looks at him, shock and disgust plain on his features. "Graysen!" he says, but Graysen is no longer listening.

I look at the two other mortals. "If you wish to go home, then take my hands."

They both look as though they would rather grab the hands of a decaying corpse, but they do. Just before we winnow out, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn, and come face to face with Rhys' wide purple eyes. I nod to the question that he hasn't asked and he releases me, then we are gone.

I emerge from the shadows in a clearing on the mortal side of the wall. I release my grip on the two men before me. They stumble away from me, but before they've gone two steps, my father turns back. "Don't think that we'll forget this." he says, his voice soft, but full of a broken anger that stirs fear in my very soul "We will come back, and when we do, you will burn."

With that he turns away. But just as I dissolve into mist and shadows, I swear I hear him say "You will burn, my daughter, and I will light the match."

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