A Court Of Loss and Lies

Chapter 2:

{I'll post some more of this chapter a bit later, but if anyone would like to suggest a name for this chapter, I'd be more than happy to let you name it, I'm at a mental blank rn 😂😂😂😑}

[DISCLAIMER: I own none of there characters] XD

Turns out, all the stuff I wrote this last hour no longer exists 😭😭 I pressed publish changes, but they didn't actually publish, so I'm not gonna post today, but I'll post more tomorrow 😘😊

       Right now, I was less 'The Best Spy Rhys Could Wish For' and more 'For The Love Of Cauldron, Get Me Out Of Here'. I was so bored. I felt like soon I would bash my head into the table, just to move and do something.

       I sat at the table with Tamin and Lucian, the dinner table having been cleared, was now covered with maps that Tamlin had spread out, as he and Lucian went over when and where the King of Hybern was going to come through. I was, at first, asked to 'come and help us go over this', it sooner changed to you are 'allowed to sit in and watch', and I was offended, he either didn't trust me (which was probably best, otherwise I'd have wreaked havoc) or thinks that females are lacking in the brain department. 

       My mind flashed to the Night court, where Rhys had Amren as second in command, and Mor as third, my more than capable female friends, and missed my family at the Night court more than ever.

      "... But Tam! That's when the villagers are having a celebratory break, for their work in re-building!" Lucian protests, though rather weakly, in my opinion. I knew that if Az and Cassian were in this position, they'd shout and fight until they got their way. I sigh. Both the males look up at me, before resuming to discuss quietly, though Lucian still watches me out corner of his eye, because this was our game, I pretend I was saved by Tamlin, and that I was treated horribly at the Night Court, and Lucian watches me, but never tells Tamlin his supisions, because the Night court had his mate, Elain, my sister. It should be fun, taunting him, yet I already found it boring. I sit up a bit.

       "You have to tell King Hybern to pass through the day earlier or later then! The villagers will all get killed!" I wouldn't let them go through the villages, leaving slaughtered fae in their wake. I felt what might be pride nugde me down the bond, and I send love and longing back. It made me happy that Rhys was there and proud of me. 

        "I don't care if they die, I got you back, so it was worth it. Isn't that enough for you?" He looks at me, with his scathing green eyes, the colour of Spring, the colour of the outside world I saw from the inside, no, not looks, glares. "And I did not say you could speak, I only let you in here because you would have annoyed and begged me anyway," he continues, and I remember I'm meant to be the small, frail damsel in distress, and he my knight in shining armour. I slip back into my act.

       "Of course, I'm sorry I questioned your judgement and talked out of line. And you know I'm happy, you save me from..." I trail off and shiver, not because of what happened at the night court, but at what I had to say, what I had to do. The opsooner I got home to Rhys, the better. You're too stupid to be a High Lord, you can't even see through this act.

        The glare that was aimed in my direction softened to a caring, gentle smile, making his eyes sparkle and melt, the his was the smile that you'd give to a frightened animal. All Lucian gives me is a wary glance, his metal eye whirring, his was the glance one gives to the same frightened animal because  you know it's capable of destruction. 

       "I'm sorry, it's just a stressful time," he says, running a hand through his hair. I want to scream, "WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN VELARIS? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE YOU'RE GOING TO KILL? HOW DO YOU THINK THEY FEEL?" He doesn't know what it's like to be really stressed, to be locked up in a house with no way out, what it's like to not know where your mate is, not sure when the next army or Attor's or worse will attack your home. It was his fault that I lost Rhys, that our bargain was shattered,  and for that, and for the people in Velaris, and my sisters, I would destroy his court. Piece  by piece, brick by brick, until there's nothing left. Until the Spring court would be born again, and this time ruled with fairness and kindness, by a high lord who cared about them.

       "How about you go on up to bed and I meet you?" He suggests, with all the arrogance of a master talking to a dog, or, more accurately, with the arrogance one would show when talking to someone and knowing that they're yours. I am disgusted, he was willing to break a MATING bond to have me, he's a spineless, selfish coward, wouldn't even fight  Rhys in a fair fight, and ignored me when I said I was happy and not coming back. I know what he means, and with that suggestion it was like he had pissed in me and claimed me, and it made me shudder (internally, of course) subtle, thy name is not Tamlin.  I could vomit at the suggestion, but now was not the time. Hearing those words come out of Tamlin's mouth isn't even one thousandth as nice as when Rhys says it. I wait for the cocky, boastful feeling to come through the bond, and I'm certainly not disappointed. I smile a little, wishing we had our bargain still, for I wanted to tell him not to let his head swell too much. Lucian clears his throat. 

       "Do I take that as a yes?" Tamlin asks, and only then do I realise it must have seemed like I was smiling a yes to him. 

       "N-No, I would like to, but, right now I just can't, I'm so sorry Tamlin, I..I..." I look at my hands, silently cursing my careless self.

      "That's alright," he says, and gives me a smile, which looked strained if not a little forced. 

      "If it's alright with you, I'll take my leave, after all, a girl needs her beauty sleep," I stand up and smile at them before breezing out of the room and up the stairs.

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