Sea of Shadows (ON BREAK)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

The Ball!

"A dress can show skin,

But I can show you my fist."

"Have you found anything yet?" She asked me sitting up and cross stitching a pillow, something she taught me when I first came here.

"I have, but I was asked to go to the Night Court with you by Elain..." I said playing with my hair, a thing I did when I was younger when I was nervous.

"Yet you have to asked Tarquin," she said sighing, she placed her stitching on the bed beside her and took my hand.

I looked at her and she smiled saying, "He may hold your secret but, you can not let that define you. Can I see them? Your wings I mean."

I smiled sadly and let my wings appear, the white scaled membrane shone in the pale light coming through the windows, the gold and turquoise scales sprinkled around. The shimmering white leather, gold mixture leather with turquoise spirals coming from the bottom. Unlike the Illyrian wings, mine were not sensitive as theirs instead mine were as strong and durable as steel. I never knew why they were so different.

She smiled and touched the scales on the membrane. She smiled and said, "I don't know these always fascinated me, they are so special and beautiful..."

I smiled and stood up and said, "I want to fly again so bad, but with so many people in the city...who knows what could happen if someone found out..."

She looked at me and said in all seriousness, "I know, so I need you to be extra careful tonight. Tarquin can speak whenever he finds fit. So please, do nothing to make his mad. He maybe the nicest High Lord but, he even has a temper that can be unleashed."

I nodded and said, "I understand, I was wondering if you could help me with the gems on the dress?"

My mother smiled and said, "Bring it in and I will get right to work, and make me some soup while I work."

I smiled and said, "Of course mom."

I made my wings vanish and went to grab the mannequin. As I went I saw Azriel walking down the stairs, looking me in the eye. His eyes were steel...I couldn't read him at all. I shook my head as I walked in my room and grabbed the mannequin and brought it to my mother, with the gems and sewing tools.

I walked downstairs smoothing my silky deep blue waved pattern dress. I walked into the kitchen and put out a pot and started to get the ingredients to make the seafood soup for her. I grabbed the crab, and lobster and started to make the broth.

"Smells amazing in here, what are you making?" Feyre asked me, now in a sweater and Illyrian pants.

I smiled and said stirring the pot and setting the wooden spoon down on the marble counter, "My mom asked for some seafood soup, so here I am."

Feyre smiled and asked, "Is she feeling better?"

I chuckled and grabbed carrots and potatoes, "She has her spunk back, and she seems better. I can only hope for the-"

"Where is my soup?!"

"-best...." I finished off as I started to wash the carrots and potatoes.

Feyre stifles a laugh by biting her lip then I hear a door opening and yelling, "IF I DON'T GET MY SOUP THEM YOU DON'T GET YOUR DRESS!!!"

I yell back, "GOT IT MOM!"

I hear the door slam and I mumbled some very colorful words that challenged a rainbow.