Feysand - A Feyre and Rhysand Fanfiction

Part 6 - Surprise

I led Cassian into the castle. His hand was ice cold. 

Azriel was close to Mor, Rhysand on my tail and Amren, well, doing her own thing, I suppose. Even after the war, there were at least fifteen guards posted at the iron gates of the castle. 

"State your names," 

"I am Feyre," I began, "High Lady of the Night Court. This is my mate, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." 

The guard grunted, 

"Why are you here," 

A smile flickered along my lips,

"To get my sister back," 

Magic flared around me. My own mix of all my elements floated around me, Rhys shadows playing around me, Cassian and Azriel's Siphons blazing. Mor and Amren stood behind, arms folded and grinning wildly. 

The guards shook in their armour. The most talkative one spoke, clearing his throat, 

"Very well," 

The large iron gates lifted, letting us in. From behind, I heard Amren and Mor smirk at them. I tried not to laugh when they looked like they'd seen a ghost. 

I had let go of Cassian's hand, now holding Rhys' instead. We walked past guards stationed all the way along the bridge over the half-frozen moat beneath us. 

I felt something move in my stomach, reminding me of my pregnancy. I instinctively put a hand over my stomach and huffed a sigh, clouding in front of my face. Rhysand put a hand on my back and pulled me closer to his warm body. 

Everything alright? 

I looked into his eyes and gave a soft nod. 

Just some moving. 

We kept walking until we reached the throne room. Kallias was already seated, a crown of shining ice atop his head. He dressed in blue robes, similar to Ianthe's. Viviane was beside him, a throne of her own. She, too, had a matching ice crown. She wore a dark blue dress, grey fur coat draped over he shoulders. When she saw us, or Mor perhaps, she smiled. I swore Kallias smiled too, something shining in his eyes, 

"Lady Feyre, Lord Rhysand," Viviane inclined her head, as did Rhys and I. 

"You look well," said Rhysand, hand around my waist, "as do you Kallias," 

The Lord of the Winter Court laughed heartily, 

"Not so bad yourself. Is everything alright?" 

Viviane sucked on a tooth, almost knowing why we arrived, 

"Nesta, my sister. We heard she would be here," 

Kallias threw a look at Viviane. She gave him an apologetic glance, 

"Seems my High Lady knows of this," a smile at those words from everyone, "Viviane?" 

She stood up, brushing the folds of her dress down, 

"Nesta is taking refuge here, yes. Though, she came voluntarily. I did not sway her in coming to our home," 

I nodded at her, 

"Can we speak with her?" the request came from Cassian

"I suppose," she said

We all began walking 

Viviane walked us to a grand hallway, carved wooden walls and doors. It reminded me of the doors the Carver created. Above us, a mural was painted. I recognized it immediately; Hybern. We walked until we reached the end of the hallway, large french doors shut. Viviane knocked twice softly.

"Nesta, dear?"

From behind the closed doors, I heard rustling and a female mumble. The door opened and Nesta stood before us, looking quite grand might I add. Her hair was neatly plaited, trailing down one shoulder. She was clothed in a typical grey gown, bell sleeves trailing very far past her wrists. The dress cut off just as it reached the ground. Even for a dress, it was very loose, very casual though still elegant.

Her eyes widened at first sight of us. Viviane apologized quietly, though everyone heard. Nesta's cold eyes locked onto me as she spat,

"Why are they here?"

that word, "they". The way she said it; like she doesn't know us.

"Nesta," Cassian tried to start. He reached for her hand and, surprisingly, she let him take it.

"just, hear me out. Please," his eyes were soft, pleading. My sister had the same look in her eyes. I'd never seen them like this, so close.

"Okay," and so Nesta pulled him into her room, slamming the door on us.

"Wow," huffed Rhys impatiently

"That was, unexpected," said Amren, face blank

Mor and Azriel snorted. I laughed,

"Viviane?" I asked, turning to face the new High Lady, "Do you have a bathroom?"

"Oh, of course. Just go back the way you came and it's on the left,"

"Thanks. Rhysand? We need to talk," I took his hand and we walked in silence until the bathroom door was shut and locked. I pressed my lips to my mate, hands intertwined in his hair. He wrapped his hands firmly around my waist. He broke away, laughing,

"What's this about?"

I blushed slightly, hair hiding most of it,

"I'm just really happy, I suppose. Oh god,"

His brows furrowed,

"Are you alright?"

I clutched my stomach and threw up in the toilet bowl. Rhys was, again, instantly there holding my hair back.

"There, there," 

Once I stopped, Rhysand pulled me into a hug. I then washed my face and we strode out like nothing happened. Amren was sitting on the ground, grinning right at us, 

"Did you really think we couldn't smell him?"