A Court of Shadows and Stars; Azriel

I

{3𝘳𝘥 𝘗𝘖𝘝}

''Welcome to the Night Court'', Rhysand said, gesturing to the grand hall that he had winnowed himself and Feyre to.

Rhys watched as Feyre looked around with an awed expression- similar to that of a child in a sweets shop.

''You're welcome, you know.''

''For what?''

Rhys sighed as he slid his hands into his pant pockets. ''For saving you when you asked.''

Feyre stiffened. ''I didn't ask for anything.''

Rhys's gaze narrowed on the ring on her left hand. ''I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.''

Feyre scoffed. ''Take me back. Now. I didn't want to be stolen away.''

Rhys simply shrugged. ''What better time to take you here? Maybe Tamlin didn't notice you were about to reject him in front of his entire court- maybe you can now simply blame it on me.''

''You're a bastard. You made it clear enough that I had... reservation.''

Rhys started to turn away from her, but not after muttering ''Take the stairs on the right, one level down. Your room is the first door.''

''Not a dungeon cell?'' Perhaps its was foolish to reveal her fear, to suggest it. But Rhys only halted before sighing.

''You are not my prisoner, Feyre. You made a bargain, and I am calling it in. You will be my guest here, with the privileges of any member of my household. None of my subjects are going to touch you, hurt you, or as much as think ill of you here.''

One heartbeat, Feyre was staring after him- the next, she had a shoe in her hand. She hurled it at him with all of her strength. All her considerable, immortal strength before stalking off to her room.

{𝘓𝘰𝘳e𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘗𝘖𝘝}

I was trying to listen to the conversation going on outside of the dining room. When suddenly, Rhys comes through the grand, mahogany doors. I quickly took notice of the heeled shoe in his left hand and his right which was rubbing a spot on his neck.

'Huh', I thought to myself, 'Maybe I will like this Feyre'.

I brought my hand up to disguise a laugh as Rhys frustratedly pulled back his chair at the head of the table and plops down. Across the table, I notice that Amren, Cass, and Mor are also failing to surpress their laughter. To my left, I see that even Az has a ghost of a smile on his face.

Awkwardly changing the subject, Cass and Mor begin to gossip about whatever is currently a popular topic within the courts.

After a few minutes of small talk, the doors that Rhys had previously stormed through now show a light-brown haired girl coming through.

A smirk found its way on my face when I notice that her expression mirrors Rhys's.

{𝘍𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘖𝘝}

I took a deep breath before I opened the doors to the dining room. As walked through, all eyes were watching me.

I gulped as I made my way over to a large, elegant oak table placed in the center of the room.

''Ah, Feyre darling, so nice of you to join us. You can sit here'', Rhys says as he motioned to an empty chair on his left. I quickly sat down and fiddled with my napkin as I placed it on my lap.

''Now, I believe introductions are in order. Everybody this is Feyre Archeron'', Rhys said from beside me. ''Feyre, this is Mor''.

He gestured to the woman sitting on the right of him.