His Soldier

His Soldier - Part 1

Today was the day Tamlin was to meet with his soldiers. Every single one of them. He wouldn't remember most of their names afterwards, but he would remember their faces. Whether they have dirty or clean hair, that wouldn't matter.

"Sir?" a maid called from the hallway. "Your generals are ready with their units, High Lord."

Tamlin stood up from his leather chair. He opened the door, muttered a quiet thank you, and walked towards the meeting place.

He walked past his study, guest rooms, and the art gallery, which was open. It had been years since Feyre had painted those pictures, and, yet, Tamlin still had them hung up. The High Lady of the Night Court and the High Lord of the Spring Court had a complicated relationship, but tensions started to ease a little as the years stretched passed them.

He guessed some part of him would always quietly love the human girl that he had met. But, no part of him would love the Fae he now knew today like that. Maybe as a friend, but never as a lover.

Soon, he's at the gardens, and walking passed his rose bushes. Roses have always been his favorite flower.

Once he's at the rolling hills that lay behind his mansion, Tamlin greets his generals. Shortly after his greetings, the High Lord walks up on stage and begins to speak.

"Soldiers of the Spring Court, you are all an important part of this land. Without you, who would fend the creatures that try to kill us? Some of you are not trained, but–"

Tamlin steps back as a scent hits his nose. A sweet, sweet scent, like roses in bloom and crystal blue river running through a valley. He glances over the crowd, trying to identify where the scent is coming from. The only problem is, that he can't pinpoint where this scent is coming from.

So, he does the only thing he can think of. Stepping off the stage, he walks through the rows and rows of soldiers, following the scent the best he can. Tamlin is speaking the entire time, as if this is something he naturally does.

The rose-filled scent grows stronger as he passes each person. The High Lord knows there is only one reason this scent is so strong.

His mate, his mate was somewhere in this crowd of soldiers. So he followed the trail until he got to a certain soldier was who was much shorter than everyone else.

Tamlin stopped talking to whisper to the soldier, "I want to meet with you personally after this."

The soldier only nodded, and Tamlin continued with his speech, until he was finally back on the stage. He continued to talk for a little more after this.

Then all the other soldiers left, except the one.

"You wanted to speak to me, High Lord?"

"Yes," Tamlin began. "But, first, what is your name?"

"M-my name?" the soldier stuttered. "My name, sir, is Liam."

Tamlin walked off the stage. "I've heard excellent reports of your fighting styles, Liam. I want you on my personal guard."

He would not make the same mistakes he made with Feyre with his mate. Though, he could already tell this soldier was a woman, he would win her heart fairly.

"Really?!" Liam exclaimed, excitement evident in the scream.

"Yes. I'll let you think over it–"

"No! I want the position."

"Alright. Then I'll inform your general. Who's unit are you in?"

"General Killian's, sir."

"Excellent. I'll tell him what he needs to know. From now on, you are to report to me, and nobody else."

"Understood, sir."

Liam then walked away, and Tamlin smiled to himself.

He would not rush this. He would not treat her badly. He would treat her like a queen.

He would love her, even if she refused him. And, he would be alright with that.

Because, if there is one thing he learned from Rhysand and Feyre, it is to love unselfishly. It is for your love to be happy, even if you are not.

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first part!