The Bond (Feysand Fanfiction)

Part 1

(So, I just wanna make one thing clear: this is fanfiction so there are obviously parts that are not related to the series at all and etc. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas)

(Feyre's P.O.V)

I was in the garden, painting the beds of beautiful flowers around me. It felt nice to paint outside with the spring breeze and birds chirping. It was so relaxing. I heard soft footsteps behind me and turned around. Tamlin wore a pale blue tunic, unbuttoned at the top and black pants.

"Good morning, Feyre," he said as he took a seat next to me. "Morning," I replied. He took a look at my painting. "Its beautiful," he said. "Well, it's not done yet," I replied. He stretched an arm out and wrapped it around my shoulders. I leaned into his touch, breathing in his scent.

"Feyre," he murmured, burying his face into my neck. "What is it?" I asked. He fixed his gaze on me and said, "I actually need you to stay in the painting room until lunch. I have have an important meeting soon."

"Can't I stay here?" I asked, feeling a little irritated. "I'm afraid you can't. I don't want to risk him seeing you," he replied. "Who's he? And why can't he see me?" I pushed. "Feyre, you're a mortal in Prythian. He'll hunt you down if he finds out," Tamlin said. "We should go back inside now," he added gently, dismissing the matter.

Tamlin asked the servants to return my stuff to the painting room. We walked into the manor, hand in hand. He stopped right in front of the room. I opened the doors and entered, Tamlin close behind. "I promise it won't take long. And if you need anything, just call Alis or the other servants," he said.

"Okay," I replied, trying to sound sad when I was actually really pissed at him. He was leaving me alone so often. He gave me a peck on my lips and left.

I didn't feel like painting anymore, not when he left me alone and I craved for his presence. Regardless, I picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in a can of paint and started painting absentmindedly onto a new piece of canvas. It didn't really turn out to be anything but swirls of colours.

My stomach grumbled and I glanced at the clock. It had only been an hour. I opened the door and looked into the hallways. There was no one, not even Alis. I could sneak into the kitchen... Tamlin probably wouldn't even see me if he's having and 'important meeting'.

I took quiet steps down the stairs, hoping no one could hear me. I was almost at the kitchen doors when I caught sight of a tall figure in black. He was definitely not from this court. He started at me, standing in the middle of the hall. Behind him were the doors that led to the dining area. The meeting was held there, no doubt.

I tried to walk away, heading towards the kitchen but I felt an invisible talon-tipped hand scrape against my mind. I froze as he moved towards me.

He moved so fast that I almost couldn't see what happened. One moment I was standing in the middle of the hallway, the next I was pinned against the wall. His face was just a few inches away from me.

His eyes were a blue so deep it was violet in colour. I felt like I could get lost looking into those star-flecked eyes. As if he knew what I was thinking, he smirked. He wore a fitted black tunic which was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of tattoo on his chest. His fitted tunic revealed the strong muscles that were underneath. He was so beautiful.

He leaned in a little and I could breathe in his scent. He smelled like citrus and the sea. "What's a mortal like you doing here?" he asked. His voice felt like a caress through my whole body. I tried not to shudder. When I didn't answer, the talon grip on my mind tightened.

I caught sight of Tamlin and Lucien in my peripheral vision. They rushed towards us, stopping a few feet away. "Stop, Rhysand," Tamlin said, his voice was filled with authority, like a High Lord. "Or what?" Rhysand replied, sounding amused. Lucien's russet and gold eye narrowed.

Tamlin started to lunge at Rhysand when all of a sudden, everything was gone. I could feel Rhysand's grip on my arm and nausea taking over me. A moment later, we were at a completely different place. I felt like hurling my guts up. "Don't do it here though," Rhysand replied, as if reading my thoughts.

I glanced at the area around me. I could tell that it was small cottage. We were at the living area, a fireplace was cackling in the middle of the area. A kitchen was on the other side of the room. A hallway in between probably led to the bedrooms. I could already feel bile rise to my throat.

"Third door to your left," Rhysand said. I walked as quickly as I could, finding the bathroom immediately. It contained a bathtub big enough for two people, two sinks in front of a giant mirror. I ran towards the toilet and vomitted into it. I heard Rhysand's footsteps walking towards me, warmth filling the room.

He squatted down next to me, pulling my hair back. He stayed silent. Once I was done throwing up, Rhysand handed me a towel. "Thanks," I murmured. I wiped away the residue left around my lips, tears sliding down my cheeks.

"You'll get used to it," Rhysand said. "What?" I asked. "Winnowing," he replied. "Why would I ever want to go through that again?" I asked. "Would you rather walk back to Tamlin's manor?" he replied. I grumbled and he chuckled.

"You can call me Rhys," he said, extending a hand towards me. I didn't take it. "I'm Feyre," I replied. Can he actually read my mind?, I thought to myself. "Yes," he replied, giving me a half-smile.

If you can read my mind, what's the point in actually talking to you?, I thought again. "Well, for starters, I'd love to hear your voice," he dropped to only a whisper. "Take me back home," I said, trying to sound stern. He chuckled. "Is something funny?" I asked. He shook his head and grabbed my arm, we were in my room at Tamlin's manor in a few seconds.

"Goodbye, Feyre, darling," Rhys said and he disappeared. Fortunately, I didn't feel like throwing up again. I walked out of my room, heading towards Tamlin's room. I knocked and opened his door. He sat on his bed, his head in his hands. His head snapped up and locked his gaze on me as I closed the door.

He ran towards me, pulling me into an embrace. I haven't been gone for that long, I thought to myself. His hands were wrapped around my waist, face burried in the area between my neck and shoulder. My head rested on his muscular chest, my arms on his shoulders. It had been so long since we've had such a moment. I hadn't realised that I've been craving for him for this long.

I pulled away enough to look into his emerald eyes. He gripped my chin gently and lifted it, he bent down a little. His lips met mine and I already couldn't get enough of him. This kiss was desperate, assuring and also territorial. He parted his lips to take in more of the kiss. We never once pulled away, except until I was left gasping for air.

"I won't let him take you again," he said softly. For a moment, I felt reassured. But then I remembered that he always left me alone so often. A look of sorrow filled my eyes. "What is it?" he asked as tears slid down my cheek for the second time today. He wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"You just leave me alone too often. I- I always missed you...I don't want you to go," I said, gripping onto him so tightly, afraid he'll be gone in a second. He pulled me onto his bed, tears unable to stop. He gave me a soft, gentle kiss, nothing like the one before. It was comforting. He laid down next to me, stroking my hair as I clutched onto his muscular chest. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel like a child again.

( End of part one, stay tuned for the next part ;) )