Feysand One shots

Part 6 (Feysand Fic)

(Feyre POV)

I was starting to wake up, my mind slowly catching up the events of day, when the scent of citrus and sea filled my senses. Slowly I remembered that I was in our room lying on our bed, but the scent seemed stronger. My eyes snapped open.

Rhys...

My mate, was sleeping beside me, his arms wrapped around me holding me tightly to his chest. Angling my head backwards slightly I looked up into his face. His hair was disheveled, and longer than I had ever seen it. The muscles of his face were relaxed in sleep, and one could have mistaken it to be peaceful if they didn't know better. Dark circles lined his eyes that were not there months ago, his strong cheek bones more prominent. He looked as broken as I felt.

Wanting desperately to touch him, to prove that this was real and not a dream, I raised a finger tracing the outline of his face expecting him to stir at the sensation, but he remained asleep. Odd... Rhys would normally snap his eyes open at the slightest movement. In fact he normally could sense when I was awake.

I let my hands roam lower, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling my body closer to his as my fingers continued there descent, grabbing his shirt pulling it up so that I could feel his bare skin against me. Rhys still didn't stir.

Now I was concerned, something had to be wrong. Bracing my hands against his chest I pushed away as far as I could trying to see him better, but his grip instinctively tightened around me, pulling me against him. Looking back up into his face, I frowned. Was he having a nightmare? Why wouldn't he wake up?

"Rhys..." I whispered against his ear, my voice much weaker and raspier than I would have liked, but it still hurt to talk thanks to... I shuddered pushing the memories down inside me. "Rhys" I tried again with more volume. My hand cupped his cheek, as I said his name again.

When he still didn't react, I became frantic, shaking his shoulders, but he remained motionless. The only sign that he was even alive, was the warm breath hitting my face.

"Mor! Amren!" My voice wasn't loud enough to be considered a scream, but I knew that if they were still in the townhouse they would hear me.

Within seconds Mor was standing beside the bed. She quickly scanned the room looking for any threats, upon finding none her gazed rested back on the bed, where Rhys and I were laying. I noticed that her gaze lingered longer on Rhys, before her eyes found mine.

"Whats wrong Feyre?" She whispered.

I pointed a finger at Rhys, who was still sleeping like the dead beside me. "What's wrong with him?" My voice cracked with emotion, and I didn't care as tears sprang to my eyes. I just wanted to speak to my mate, needed to hear his voice, feel his touch, his caress, his lips...

"Oh Feyre..." Mor reached out and squeezed my hand, offering me a comforting smile. "He's fine, well... mostly. Today, I don't know... he slipped. He released almost all of his power in a short amount of time. It drained him... I hadn't realized how much, but..." Mor paused as she glanced over at Rhys. " It seems worse than I initially thought. He will probably sleep for a while, perhaps days."

Days... he could be asleep for days. I frowned at the thought and Mor laughed. "Don't worry Feyre, you will have him back soon enough." I offered her a small smile, of course I was just happy to be here, happy to be home. Mor smiled back at me, as if she could read my thoughts. I dropped my gaze, readying myself for the question that I needed to ask.

"How was he?" Mor's smile faltered, as her eyes darted again to Rhys.

"He, umm... He didn't take being separated from you well. At first, I thought that with time it would get better, but it seemed to only get worse the further you were gone. It was like everyday more of him faded away, until all that was left was the mask of the High Lord of the Night Court." Mor shook her head, as if trying to clear away memories. "He sent Elaine away with Azril, and it made sense and has been working well to our advantage, but I think he had an alternative motive for sending her away, she reminded him too much of you. He started drinking more, becoming more isolated... today was the most I've talked to him in months..."

Pain and guilt ripped through my heart, as Mor talked. My fault... it was all my fault. Her hand tightened around mine, in reassurance as she said, "Nobody blames you Feyre." I couldn't respond without crying, so I just nodded my head, and looked back at Rhys.

"I do need to tell you something." Mor continued, "In the morning members of the Summer, Dawn, and Winter courts will be here for a meeting at the House of Wind. We have been trying to persuade Winter and Dawn to join us for months, but have been mostly unsuccessful, especially with Winter. The news of Amarantha's possible return has spread quickly, and Winter has agreed for a meeting." Mor paused, apparently waiting for me to respond, when I didn't she pressed further. "This is very important, their alliance will be the difference between winning and losing this war"

I knew that. I knew that Autumn and Day court had already aligned themselves with Tamlin and the King of Hybren, we needed all of the alliances we could get, and it still probably wouldn't be enough.

"Why did they agree to the meeting now?" If they had been working on it for months, why now.

"Azril and Elaine were returning home to see you, and Dawn decided to come along. Winter it seems is interested in why Feyre Curse breaker, would associate with the monsters of the Night Court. Winter is mostly interested in speaking with you, and knowing what happened with Amarantha."

I shuddered, the thought of having to speak about it to anyone. Rhys and I haven't even talked about it yet, and to complete strangers. I couldn't... I... I would worry about it latter.

"What about Rhys?" I asked glancing back at my mate who was still sleeping soundly. Mor shrugged her shoulders, as she appraised him from her spot on the bed.

"He might not fully recover in time for the meeting." She finally said after moments of silence.

Rhys might not be there, that would mean that I would have to lead the meeting alone, a meeting where the outcome would change the course of history. I felt nauseous just thinking about it. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this alone. Not right now, not without my powers. Not with these stupid chains. I couldn't... I couldn't.