ToG and ACoTaR Crossover

Feyre

Shit. We are in deep unending shit, Feyre thought to herself, she knew this meeting was never going to be easy but she had thought that at least they could all be civil to each other. There was so much tension and bloodlust in the air, she could practically smell it. First of all, Tamlin and Beron seemed to disagree with everything the non-seasonal courts said. In fact, she was almost sure that if Rhys said that the moon was round; one of those bastards would say that the moon is actually a triangle. Thankfully, Rhys had been able to retain his cool composure and hadn't murdered anyone yet. Still the only thing this meeting had accomplished so far was the unanimous conclusion that Hybern was a threat that needed to be taken care of, and that to accomplish this they would need more power than what they had. Feyre's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of several swords being pulled out of their various sheaths. Feyre's eyes snapped over to the sound taking in the sight of Tamlin and Kallias on the verge of having a sword fight.
"Who do you think you are speaking of her like that, I dare you to say that again!" yelled Kallias.
"Your wife is a politically driven slut for even being close to you. In fact all women are just a bunch of stupid dumb bitches who want power, even though they know they will never be as good as their male counterparts!" yelled back Tamlin loudly.
Kallias began running towards Tamlin sword drawn and the other high lords began to draw their various weapons as well all the while yelling at each other over idiotic problems. Throughout this Rhys sat entirely still not even shifting an inch. On the other hand Feyre herself shifted her stance, prepared to make a move if things went entirely south. She saw the Mor, Nesta, and Cass do the same. While Az slipped back into the shadows.
"I'm going kill you you son of a—" began Kallias.
"For the love of the mother SHUT THE HELL UP! You need to focus! Can't you feel it!" Boomed Rhys as darkness swept the room. The room went silent, and Feyre felt the slight buzz of power underneath her skin.
Nice touch with the black out you dramatic Illyrian. Feyre sent down the mating bond.
That isn't me... He replied.

Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this. I would like to welcome any polite suggestions, constructive criticism, and spelling corrections. I'm so sorry about the wait, and I'm going to attempt to start updating weekly.