Chapter 2

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Feyre was enjoying dinner with her inner circle in the night court, when there was a flash of light and they appeared in a strange dining room. The table was made of ornate wood and at the head sat a beautiful female. Next to her sat a male with sliver hair, and a tattoo down one side of his face. Before she could really register what is happening, the male with silver hair is standing, looking as though he is ready to attack. Rhys instinctively moves in front of Feyre and readies himself to fight. The female
at the head of the table makes a firm gesture, and the male by her side sits down, snarling at us while he does. The female asks us "who are you, and what are you doing in my dining table. Rhys is still tense and feyre shoots a message down the bond "should we tell them who we are?" I ask him. He sends me a reply "I'm not sure, I don't know weather to trust these people". Before we had made a decision, Cassian steps forward and introduces himself. "My name is Cassian, and this is Azriel" he says, pulling Azriel forward. Azriel looks noticeably uncomfortable. Feyre steps forward next "My name is feyre, and I'm the high lady of the night court" A small girl with brown hair asks in a quiet voice "what is the night court?" Rhys steps forward to stand beside me. "The night court in one of the seven courts of prythian" A voice asks "and who, pray tell, may you be." The voice belongs to a female with white hair and golden eyes, who, although most certainly not being human, didn't seem like she was a fae either. Rhys answers her "I am the high lord of the night court and feyre mate." I silently curse him for revealing that, they could use that against us. Mor steps forward next, introducing herself and Amren, and then Lucien introduced himself. Elain and Nesta remained at the back, so I went and pulled them forward. "These are my sisters, Nesta and Elain" Nesta snarls at me "we can speak for ourselves you know" "I know" Feyre tells her " but you didn't seem like you were going to." She snarls in response and Feyre ignores her. She walks back to Rhys and he says "so we've told you who we are, who are you?" The male at the head of the table answers "why should we, you are the ones who appeared in our dining table". The female at his side gives him a look and then says "Sorry about him, my name is Aelin and I am the queen of Terrasen, and this is Rowan, my husband and mate" "I think it's our turn to ask what Terrasen is" Mor says. The petite brown haired girl answered "Terrasen is one of the kingdoms in Erilea" she pauses and then continues "by the way, my name is Elide, and this is my husband, Lord Lorcan Lochan." At this everyone around the table sniggered. Lorcan rolled his eyes "can you guys let it go already" Aelin shot him a grin "Never" she said. Feyre noticed that Elide was pregnant, and almost look as though she was about to give birth.
The next person to speak was the female with white hair "my name is Manon and I am the High Queen of the western wastes, and this is Dorian, King of Ardarlan. The man sitting beside Dorian introduced himself next. "My name is chaol west fall and this is my Wife Yrene Westfall. Yrene was holding a child in her arms, and he was sleeping happily. Over the table, A male who looked like a twin of Aelin spoke.  "My name is Aedion and this is Lysandra" The thing that shocked Feyre the most was that there were humans and Fae sitting around a table talking and socialising. None of the humans seemed to be looking at the fae as though they were monsters, and the fae weren't looking down on the humans. This kind of world was what Feyre dreamed of happening back home.

A\N I hope it wasn't too long between updates, and honestly I'm so happy that I got 5 reads on my last chapter. I know that it really isn't much but I genuinely wasn't expecting to even get one read so, um, thanks 🥰😘. Also if y'all could comment some ways that I could improve I would rly appreciate that. If anyone want to chat and become online friends, just msg me. Anyway, bye now, I guess.

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