Feysand - A Feyre and Rhysand Fanfiction

Part 1 - The Flood of Relief

Sunlight flooded my eyes as they gently fluttered open. 

When I'd moved out of the Spring Court, I'd grown used to the vast expanse of the bed. But now, not having Rhysand next to me, seemed so reclusive. 

Through our bond, I begged him, begged him to return swiftly and safely from his journey to the Day Court. I almost screamed the words in a sob to him. 

"Hush Feyre," he soothed. I was shocked to hear he replied, "I will return soon, I swear on it," I merely nodded, though he couldn't see me. 

As I sat up, checking to see if my mental shields were still intact. Rhys could be sifting through my mind anytime, as much as I despised him for it. 

I swung my legs over the side of the massive bed, rubbing my sore eyes. I let out a soft, weary sigh. I strode over towards the white, peeling drawers and, as usual, pulled out some Night Court styled-clothes. 

I slipped my body, still frail and weak from throwing up each night, into a matching pair of amethyst coloured top and pants. They had golden cuffs along the wrists, ankles and on the shirt, one around the soft v-neck. 

The soft grey tiles were cool beneath my feet as I padded out of the room to find Cassian's whereabouts. 

I reached the main room of the house, widely vast windows opening the eyes up to the glorious view of the mountain we perched on. 

Cassian was seated on the Illyrian based couches, leg slumped over an armrest. His face was tedious, it was written all over it. I almost thought it was best not to divulge, but I knew how he felt. I was broken too. 

I let out a soft whisper, 

"Cassian?" 

He held a large glass of what seemed to be beer and took a swig from it before he glanced at me and gave me a wry smile. 

"Lady Feyre," he replied, eyes darting back to where they were originally locked onto. 

I opened my mouth to speak, to say anything to break the silence that echoed throughout the ample room. 

But a familiar face landed on the balcony, with those familiar wings; those familiar violet eyes. 

"Hello, Feyre darling," purred that feline-like voice

"Rhysand," I muttered under my breath. 

He grinned, those violet eyes burning wildly. 

"Missed me?" he asked playfully 

I simply rolled my eyes at him, "You wish," 

He snorted at me, opening the floodgates to his mind, sending memories surging out. He replayed the memory from earlier, my begging cries for his return. 

"I'd beg to differ," he said as he threw up his shield once more. 

I didn't know whether that was his way of making a pun, or if he didn't realise. Without knowing the answer, I simply ignored his remark. 

My attention shifted to the half-drunk Illyrian plunked on the couch as if he were a piece of litter. Rhysand did too, face becoming taut. 

"Cassian?" I asked once more. 

His face turned to me for a good look this time. He had massive, purple bags protruding from under his eyes, he hadn't shaved in a long time either, to his normal standard. To say the least, he looked awful. 

Rhys tucked his wings away, clothed in his typical attire; his black jacket and black pants. His beauteous, violet eyes drifted toward me, the same expression painted across his face as me. The High Lord strode toward Cassian, upon his knees, tattooed with the mountains and stars. 

He'd get on his knees for none, but here he was not giving a damn about it. Cassian and Azriel were his brothers. 

"Nesta," Cassian whispered, "she - we, got into a fight. I haven't seen her in days." his voice was raspy. 

Cassian truly cared about Nesta, I knew he did. Nesta though, she still always had that temper even when she began falling in love with Cassian. 

"Where did she go?" Rhys asked softly

All of Rhys' playfulness and humour dissipated and was replaced by a tone of understanding and concern. 

"I-I don't know!" Cassian flung his arms up staring into Rhys' face, "If I did, I wouldn't be here!"

I understood he was upset, but we hadn't ever seen him like this. When Cassian exploded like he just did, Rhys didn't reprimand him. No, he didn't even flinch. It must be so painful to watch him like this. 

Before I could give any thought to what I was about to say, I blurted the idea out, 

"I'll find her,"   

Two pairs of eyes snapped toward me, at my request. Rhys' eyes were filled with warmth and relief, Cassians though was filled with tears. 

"You'd do that?" he asked me 

I simply nodded at the Illyrian who'd saved me so many times 

Rhys cut in, 

"I'll go with you," he told me 

Cassian shuddered as he began letting out all his emotions, crying into a hand. 

"Thank you," was his only reply before Rhys winnowed us out into the streets of his kingdom. Our  kingdom, Velaris; the city of stars.